I guess everyone is on vacation. My readership numbers are really high this week (thank you for visiting!) but comments are low. Of course, I haven't been writing real exciting comment worthy stuff. Nonetheless, I'm expecting low readership for the next few days due to the 4th of July holiday. In honor of no one reading, I'm just going to throw some randomness out into the blogosphere today.
First up … Twitter. If you've followed me on twitter, please don't be shy. Make conversation, send me an @ message so I know you're there. It's hard for me to remember you're out there if I don't hear from you. If I haven't followed you back, again, please @ or DM me. I've got around 1,200 followers right now and it isn't that I don't WANT to talk to you – it's just hard to get to everybody if you aren't in my face. I love getting to know you so please don't be shy!
A woman who had a breast reduction told me she was glad her doc made her nipples smaller because they had previously been so big they were "like slices of bologna." Yes, I laughed my ass off.
I've heard from a lot of women who have gone through breast reduction surgery and I appreciate all of you for sharing your experiences with me. For some of you, your hyper-sensitive nipples eventually calmed down but others of you report still having them many years later.
Thank you to everyone who sent me bra recommendations. I plan to check into every single bra you told me about as soon as I can wear them again.
I've been into PT twice in the last week for visits. My first trip was last Saturday when I stopped in for about a half hour. The Torturer checked out how much I've regressed (a lot) and that was about it. During the week, he and I tried to negotiate my return. As in, he wanted me coming back RIGHT NOW BEFORE THERE'S ANY FURTHER REGRESSION and I was thinking I might come back … NEVER. He set up appointments for me starting NOW.
My second trip into PT was to cancel the appointments he made me when he wasn't looking. He caught me in the act. I think he was actually expecting me. I said, "Oh shit!" and he rolled his eyes. The secretary pleaded not to get involved in our spat and a PT who works there begged me to disrobe and show her my boobs. All of that in just a short visit.
We ended up with a compromise, I suppose. I'll take another week-plus off PT and then return at my 5 week post-surgery date. In the meantime, I'm doing a few things at home to try and stop any further regression.
The nice ladies who work at PT? They told me I look like I've lost fifteen pounds. It made my
day week month year. I probably did lose a few pounds because I barfed my brains out for a week, but I think it's mainly just the fact I'm no longer so top heavy. A big chest gives the appearance of a bigger body too. Whatever the reason, it made me feel great!
I went to a bridal shower that lasted over four hours and they served no alcohol. I also had to wear a dress. That's really all there is to say about that.
The people at my plastic surgeon's office want to read my blog and I won't tell them the name of it. They might find it anyway because everyone in the world seems to be finding me lately. I wish for the days when I was anonymous. When the office staff at the plastic surgeon's office does find me? I will regret writing about the thoughts which popped into my head as I was being examined. Very much so.
Especially the thought about the doc possibly tasting a nipple.
I went looking for an old wedding photo yesterday and I found a ton of photos from college. I mentioned this on Twitter and I was asked to post a photo of Big Weenie, my old college boyfriend. There were a lot of photos of him but to be honest, after nicknaming him Big Weenie, I don't feel I can share them. You'd all be checking out his package for one thing. (Not that I care because you're welcome to.) But also, he now reads 24 and it might inhibit him from ever commenting.
Not to mention, Briefcase probably wouldn't appreciate it either.
Here's a photo of me though. It was at my college graduation. I've cropped Big Weenie out of the photo. He had traveled from law school to attend my graduation. He had his arm around me and I was looking up at him. I was 21 years old.
Sorry it isn't a better quality photo.
If the wind blows my nipples get hard. Actually, they're always hard now. I'm thinking of inventing Nipple Tranquilizers. I could make a fortune and I certainly need them. One reader suggested I try the breast feeding nipple creams and I just might. The problem is I'd have to rub the cream in and ….
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