Tit, Tit, Hooray!

Today I went to the hospital breast clinic to enquire about having my boobs reduced. Since many of those waiting were fearful of cancer diagnoses, I was feeling fortunate. By the time I left I was smiling.

There would not be days in hospital, just an overnight stay, and no need for immobility, just a firm sports-style bra.

To get this done under the NHS you must first convince the specialist that it is needed for health reasons (just ask my shoulders, they'll convince anyone!) This doctor was not difficult to convince.

But the system to pay for this has changed. It used to be a Primary Care Trust that had to agree, and they often declined because it is usually seen as a cosmetic procedure. Now GPs hold the funds, and as my GP referred me, I can't imagine I'll be turned down. I hope.

Being as my nipples have, as the doctor said, "gone south" they will have to be repositioned, and there may be some resultant necrosis. (Hell, leave the bastards off altogether for all I care!)

The closest I could find of a likeness to my own boobs online was the "before" picture below, though mine are bigger. I hope the "after" will be even smaller - B cup, maybe?