Thank you, everyone, for all your support yesterday. Thank you also for the ongoing encouragement with my accident recovery since I began writing Twenty Four At Heart just over a year ago. I was surprised, and flattered, that the Orange County Register picked up and linked to yesterday's post here.
I'm leaving in the early hours tomorrow (Saturday) for a long awaited vacation. My son is getting ready to leave for college and we really wanted some family time before he moves 3,000 miles away.
I will try to have posts for you M-F while I'm traveling, but I might miss a day here and there. I hope you'll be patient. I won't be able to be quite as glued to my laptop as I usually am. (I wouldn't want Briefcase to get frustrated with my inattention and throw my laptop in the ocean or something horrible like that.) I'll also be on Twitter if I have time.
* I may not be able to get back to people on email, etc. while I'm gone. I hope you'll understand. *
I think you're really going to enjoy traveling with me on this trip via the Internet. I hope to share some beautiful sights and wonderful adventures with you.
I did want to share with you a quick Orange County story before I go. This week, along with all my other craziness, I needed to go visit my plastic surgeon for a boob check. I know I have a few new readers so let me take a minute to explain. My shoulder surgeon felt a breast reduction was critical to helping me regain use of my arm. My chest and upper back muscles were adversely affected in the accident. The extra weight of large breasts has been hampering my progress. About seven weeks ago I had my DD breasts reduced to C's. My appointment this week was a follow-up to that surgery.
My plastic surgeon (and I'm assuming all plastic surgeons) takes BEFORE and AFTER photos. I haven't yet had my "after" photos taken because my breasts are still healing. I've gotten very friendly with the ladies who work in the surgeon's office. They're all very nice and I'm not just saying that because they're reading this.
In any case, whenever I'm in the office I spend a few minutes with the doctor and maybe an hour chatting with his staff because we've bonded and I love them and I never want to stop socializing with them. So there I stood talking with a few of these women this week when Ms. BigBoobs walked in. No, let me phrase that differently. Ms. BigBoobs stormed in!
I used to have BigBoobs, right? I'm not knocking her knockers. I'm just saying when she walked into the room it was difficult to notice anything about her except her boobs. They were very prominent. They filled the room all by themselves. Also? She had on a very tight, low-cut top. It's sort of like The Orange County Uniform with the Money Town women.
It was instantly clear Ms. BigBoobs was very upset and about to cause a scene. I should have left. There was no reason for me to stay. My appointment had ended an hour before. Of course, the minute I saw her I was riveted.
"My boobs aren't any bigger!" she announced loudly. At the very same time she said this she slammed her purse down on the counter loudly.
The receptionist looked up, startled, right into Ms. BigBoobs boobs. Her eyebrows instantly raised incredulously.
"Excuse me?" she asked.
"My boobs are the exact same size as they were before my surgery," Ms. BigBoobs said angrily.
I looked at her boobs. I cocked my head sideways to get a better look. She caught me staring and glared at me.
I may have snickered.
The office manager quickly intervened.
She explained to Ms. BigBoobs that, in fact, her breasts were much larger now. Apparently Ms. BigBoobs was the recipient of 300cc breast implants. I'm not sure what that means, but I think that means BIG.
Ms. BigBoobs didn't believe the office manager and continued to cause quite a scene. The office manager brought out Ms. BigBoobs file and pulled out her "before" pictures. She set the photos on the counter in front of Ms. BigBoobs.
I was standing close enough to see. Ms. BigBoobs used to be Ms. LittleBoobs. How could she possibly think there was no change as a result of her surgery?
"I don't think that's even me!" she screeched when she saw the first photo which was taken from a side view.
The office manager set down a second photo and then a third. In both of the photos Ms. BigBoobs face was visible right along with her very small boobs.
The room became silent.
Ms. BigBoobs stared at the photo of herself in shock. It was as if someone had just revealed her true identity to her. Her mouth, literally, hung open as reality sunk in.
Then she looked up. She looked around at everyone staring at her. Her face flushed in embarrassment. She grabbed her purse and stormed right out of the office in almost the same manner she had stormed in.
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