I am writing this while blushing. Really, really blushing!
I received a phone call the other day and I'm still embarrassed over the conversation.
Sometimes there is "fall-out" from my writing. Once or twice my writing has come back to bite me in the ass. I've tried to learn from those negative experiences. Right now, I'm puzzling about how I can be so shy in person and so bold here on 24. When the two worlds collide … embarrassment reigns.
The phone call the other day was from Dr. Nichter. I mentioned him earlier this week when I wrote the two posts about the Plastic Surgery Party (here and here). Dr. Nichter was calling me to thank me for writing those posts. He appreciates the publicity and was kind enough to let me know. Dr. Nichter is a really nice man. I mean that sincerely … I really like him and I think he's a good person. (He travels all over the world donating his time to help people with deformities, etc. He's that nice.)
Ok, back to my inability to stop blushing …
Let me give you some quick history. When I underwent my breast reduction last June, the doctor and his staff knew a few things about me. First, they knew a debilitating car accident had prompted my visit. Second, they were aware I'm a writer. I was trying to recover from the reduction in time for a writer's conference in Chicago. As a result, we talked about my writing a lot. Some of the staff members asked the name of my website and I refused to give it to them. Let's face it, I make fun of a lot of things here on 24. I wanted to be able to write about my reduction in a light hearted way and not be concerned about the doctor or his staff reading what I wrote.
I did just that. I wrote about my reduction. I even shared with you stories of my bionic nipples. I told you of the unexpected pleasure and embarrassment my newly uber-sensitive nipples brought. I never did discuss their extreme sensitivity with my doctor. I was too embarrassed for one thing. Also, I figured the sensitivity would pass.
With my decision to write about the Plastic Surgery Party came the knowledge my past posts might come to light. However, I convinced myself a busy, successful, surgeon would not have time to do more than lightly peruse my posts about the party.
I was wrong.
One of the first things Dr. Nichter said to me was thank you for my posts on his party. He followed that by informing me his phone has been ringing off the hook as a result of my writing. He, jokingly, told me he now has a five year waiting list of women who want bionic nipples. He even asked me if he had remembered to explain to me how to change the batteries in them.
My face is still red with embarrassment.
I'm thankful the doctor has a sense of humor.
I'm thankful he's not offended by mine.
Dr. Nichter went on to ask, "Do you know why you have those bionic nipples?" He then proceeded to explain to me the reasons for their sensitivity. He also told me to enjoy them.
Before we hung up the doctor suggested I "be careful how [I] use them out there."
Did I mention I'm still blushing?
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