Three Days of the Amy

Back.

Whew … what a three days.

Wednesday night night was bowling with The UnUsual Suspects AND it was also our celebration of Sister’s birthday …

So I was moving really, really slowly on Thursday.

As I think we all were.

Then Friday I worked my butt off in court during the day,

And ended the day with a very interesting, challenging, draining conversation with my mother later in the evening.

I’ve got posts for all of that krap in the works, plus a movie review, two hard discussion summaries and the Friday Five …

But first …

Let’s talk about my boobs …

And my Saturday trip to Chicago for my pre-op issues.

I had scheduled with Dr. Zukowski a follow-up appointment from my ffs and liposuction, along with the time for doing all the pre-op stuff for my boob job, you know size determinatioooooon, consent forms, placement, insertion point, implant type, getting my scripts, blah, blah, blah (for all you guys out there, it’s not as simple as just saying “Make ’em Big Please !” :P)

I had scheduled a 3:00 p.m. appointment with Dr. Z,

Which for a change might give me a fighting chance at being on time.

Though about 8:30 am my phone rings …

I check the callerID …

It’s Dr. Z’s office,

So of course, I decided to answer it. 🙂

“Hola”

“Amy, it’s Mark Zukowski.”

“Hey Dr. Z, s’up?”

“I wanted to give you a quick heads up, one of my techs, Ben, said that you should avoid the Skyway at all costs … construction and one lane, it’ll take you forever to get through. Do you know how to get here via 294?”

“I think.”

Well he provided me with a quick set of directions anyways, none of which I wrote down, and the call concluded.

I thought that was incredibly kewl for him to call me and inform me of that. Of course, he had a vested interest in it as I’m rarely on time for anything with him and maybe he wanted to start his weekend on time !! 🙂

Anyways … I got my incredibly hot ass in gear and was dilligent in getting ready … yeah right, as if there’s truth anywhere in that statement 😛

Be real, I surfed the ‘net for a few hours, worked on some posts, consumed two pots of coffee, ate a stalk of celery smoothered in Lawry’s Seasoned Black Pepper Salt and finally decided that I better get ready …

Still hitting the road in what I considered plenty of time.

It was a beautiful sunny day … great driving weather … a tad on the chilly side, but fun, sunny driving nonetheless.

I was cranking the tuneage and singing along.

I took a couple of breaks to make some work phone calls … returned a call to Satan … and returned a call to my mom.

Yet I also found myself desiring further telephone companionship.

I took three swings with the bat …

Claire … no connection whatsoever … that one I blame on my cell phone carrier … sometimes Verizon just sucks.

Strike One.

Robin … I got the wrong number … granted, I was calling her from memory … but what was kewl was that later in the day she called me anyways … though by the time I called her back … she musta been busy … bwowling perhaps ??

Strike Two.

Kenna … no phreaking answer either.

Strike Three.

I thought about pretending the last one was a foul tip, and give calling iMom a chance, but I would only call her in emergencies … and this was far from an emergency … I was just bored. 🙂

Oh well …

So what’s a girl to do when she’s driving down I-94 and can’t get in touch with any of her friends on the phone with which to gab …

The answer is obvious !!!!

White Castle !!!!

“May I have 10 white castles, two chicken sandwiches, and an order of fries, puhleaze.”

“Would you like any drinks with that ??” (yes, that was drinks, in the plural sense)

internal phuck you

“Just a courtesy cup of water, please. Thank you.”

Hmmmmm … yummy.

A sunny day, windows cracked slightly open, White Castles and Def Leppard Storytellers on my XM Radio … wow !! Whataday !! 🙂

So … I blasted past the exit for the Skyway … tossing out a courtesy finger flip …

And made my way to 294.

Yeah … I hadn’t written down any directions … and only vaguely remembered what Dr. Z told me earlier in the day of how to get to his offices … but I wasn’t concerned in the least … one of the kewlest things about being a Jedi is our ability to use The Force to comfortably find our way to wherever we need to go … I love it. Seriously, it’s much cooler to play with than that whole sensing time lines thing … that got old fast.

So I made it to Dr. Z’s … get this … a half hour early !! That loud thud you might have heard reverberating across the country might have been Dr. Z fainting as a result of such occurence.

(On a totally unrelated note, instead of being face surgeons, I think Dr. Z and Dr. O should open bars, they sound like great names for bars … Dr. Zzzzzz’s – drink yourself silly until you pass out … Dr. O—rgasm’s !! I’d have a stool at both bars !!)

Anyways … Dr. Z was super nice and glad to see me … I mean, seriously, who wouldn’t be … super nice that is !! 🙂

He took me back to Examinatiooooon Room Number 1 … and started checking out his handy work …

Face-wise … he noticed that I still had a fair amount of swelling remaining … he did the face massages … which feels good and hurt like hell at the same time … odd how some things are like that, huh?

My hairline scar is healing nicely, though he said it still has a ways to go for improvement and he wanted me to do some different massages on the scarline. I showed him the bump on the side of my nose and he checked it out (it’s diminished over the past couple of months). Though it feels hard, he thinks it’s soft tissue and is going to treat it when I’m under for my boob job.

He checked out my liposuction results … and as I agree … it looks fantastic from the back … and the front looks great, too … except there is a little fat still by my left oblique and I had a hard, tense-like mass near my right oblique. He checked both out and suggested that when I’m under for the boob job, he’d go back in and remove the little bit o’ fat that remains by both – of course I said yes, heck, “don’t cost nothing” – Dr. Z has a nicely generous rework policy – in the meantime, he wanted to check out the tense-like mass yet that day.

We then went into the surgery room and he did some sonic vibration and something else that vibrated on my stomach and back where I had the liposuction. He warned me that it might hurt, but that wasn’t the case at all … instead, it phreakin’ tickled and I could barely contain my laughter … actually, I didn’t contain my laughter, I finally just has to squirm and laugh. He was able to loosen up that tense-like mass by my right oblique … but he also gave me a shot of something there to assist further. I don’t know what it was. He gave me another shot on the incision scar under my chin where I had my tracheal shave.

We then returned to the exam room were we went over all the consent forms for my upcoming surgeries …

In addition to my boobs, I’m getting another shot of fat grafts to my temple and lip regions … getting my upper lip reduction surgery … and also now having the lipo touchup … way kewl.

Then we got to my boobs … and a discussion of size …

You see here folks … I just don’t want to be this big, oversized boob girl.

As I told Dr. Z … I only want breasts that are proportionate for my body frame, moderate in size, attractive to the boys, but not too large … you know,

“Big enough to get attention, but not too big to get too much attention.”

“You’ve got this perky, preppy attitude thing going on, don’t you … almost like a sorta naughty, Catholic schoolgirl …”

“How did you see those pictures ??”

“What?”

“Nevermind.”

I had a serious case of Amy-tude going on that day !! 🙂

Anyways … he measured me up and seemed to think that I would be needing something in the 450 cc range …

He said that would put be in a full C-cup range (D-cup for Victoria Secret apparel though).

Wow … that seems large.

But he indicated since he’d be placing the implants under my muscles, that they would be minimized some, and going with a 465 cc sized implant and overfilling slightly would give me my target size (overfilling is often done to minimize wrinkles and lines in the implant; however, it’s not as much of an issue in male breast muscles as the muscles are thicker and it’s less likely to present wrinkles and lines … however, since I’m so lacking in breast tissue as it is … I do think */I could benefit from a little overfilling).

I’m going to go with a circular, smooth, high profile silicon shell, as opposed to a textured or teardrop shaped shell.

Obviously … it will be filled with saline.

The insertion point will be made with an incision at the lower part of my areolas. Dr. Z told me that such a location for the cut allows for a more accurate placement of the implant … I asked him if guys would notice the scar there and he said they wouldn’t as one, it’s a location where the scar heals very well, and two, even when looking right at them, guys generally just don’t notice a scar along the lower portion of the areola … I hope he’s right.

Let’s see … I think that was it for the knockers ….

Oh wait … he also gave me my scripts …

Vicodin and valium,

Wow … party at Amy’s !! 🙂

So … I hit the road soon thereafter …

And upon arriving back home about a few hours later …

Ended the night in a most fitting fashion,

Dinner comprised of KFC.

Yikes … White Castle and KFC both in one day … what am I doing to myself !! 🙂