Sunday, September 08, 2013
Friday, September 06, 2013
Wednesday, September 04, 2013
It's a record
I had my wounds redressed by my surgeon on Monday. He said the amount of tissue they took from my breasts was the most they had ever removed in a reduction operation. JJ/K cup down to C.
This is not just any old breast surgeon from some backwater, but one the the top breast surgeons from one of the planet's top hospitals. So I'm guessing it's probably not an actual world record, but pretty close to one.
No wonder he's remaining so hands on.
This is not just any old breast surgeon from some backwater, but one the the top breast surgeons from one of the planet's top hospitals. So I'm guessing it's probably not an actual world record, but pretty close to one.
No wonder he's remaining so hands on.
Monday, September 02, 2013
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Before, After and a little Ahhh Bonus
The stomach's still there, but the boobs are noticeably gone.
Just to take your minds off the sight, here are some otters I saw last week relaxing in the sun. I hope it gets bigger if you click on them.
Friday, August 30, 2013
4 X 4 X 3
Before and after pix (clothed!) will follow, when I feel less shit. Suffice it to say it took four surgeons four hours to remove 3 kilos of tissue. Lots of anaesthetic poison to get out of my system.
Fantastic treatment. Just got called in for wound check on Monday, they are obviously concerned about the amount of stuff they removed. Really couldn't have been looked after better.
When you consider staff were doing 13 hour shifts, makes you wonder how they cope.
Fantastic treatment. Just got called in for wound check on Monday, they are obviously concerned about the amount of stuff they removed. Really couldn't have been looked after better.
When you consider staff were doing 13 hour shifts, makes you wonder how they cope.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Sunday, August 25, 2013
No Comment
Just in case anyone has recently left a comment that would have benefited from a reply from me, may I apologise for a breakdown in service. Your comments are not appearing in my mailbox. At least not on my iPad. So until I check on the blog posts, I think no one is commenting.
Friday, August 23, 2013
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Blowing Hot and Cold
I seem to have been in full hot flush for 10 years. For most of that time, I've assumed that meant my body temperature must be higher than normal.
A while ago, though, I reached a more logical explanation: the world feels hot to me because my body temperature is LOWER than usual.
Yesterday at my pre-op assessment my temperature came in at 36 degrees, which is below the bottom end of the normal human temperature range.
So now I know why I'm always hot, but there's still nothing I can do to keep cool!
A while ago, though, I reached a more logical explanation: the world feels hot to me because my body temperature is LOWER than usual.
Yesterday at my pre-op assessment my temperature came in at 36 degrees, which is below the bottom end of the normal human temperature range.
So now I know why I'm always hot, but there's still nothing I can do to keep cool!
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
What Price A View?
If there's one thing the rich like more than having a view, it's building something that obscures someone else's.
When the ultra-rich move into offices or appointments in the new tallest building in Europe, the Shard, or stay in the hotel to be opened inside it, they will find one side obscured a fair way up by the neighbouring tallest hospital building in the world, the tower of Guy's Hospital (one of the oldest hospitals in the world).
Sadly, my surgery, which will take place next Wednesday in the Guy's tower, and my brief stay in a ward there, will not offer me any views at all, as I will only be on the first floor!
Meanwhile, I have had my pre-op assessment, where I bought a couple of the bras I will have to wear after surgery. Glamorous they ain't! But there are velcro shoulder straps and front loading hooks AND a zip, so I guess they'll be pretty effective in keeping my boobs compressed till the stitches heal.
When the ultra-rich move into offices or appointments in the new tallest building in Europe, the Shard, or stay in the hotel to be opened inside it, they will find one side obscured a fair way up by the neighbouring tallest hospital building in the world, the tower of Guy's Hospital (one of the oldest hospitals in the world).
The Shard
Guy's Tower
So what are they doing? The owners of the Shard are paying to have the 1960/70s brutalist tower reclad!Sadly, my surgery, which will take place next Wednesday in the Guy's tower, and my brief stay in a ward there, will not offer me any views at all, as I will only be on the first floor!
Meanwhile, I have had my pre-op assessment, where I bought a couple of the bras I will have to wear after surgery. Glamorous they ain't! But there are velcro shoulder straps and front loading hooks AND a zip, so I guess they'll be pretty effective in keeping my boobs compressed till the stitches heal.
Monday, August 19, 2013
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Friday, August 16, 2013
Making a Difference
It's difficult to see what you can do in this complicated world that will make any kind of difference. There are quite a few small possibilities: feeding the garden birds; leaving a patch of weeds for the bees and butterflies; not using throwaway carrier bags; reusing and recycling. Small actions making small but significant differences that, if we all did them, would make a real dent in what's going wrong on the planet. No one else may know about them, but they give you a real glow.
But doing something others can see - even if they don't notice, and wouldn't know you did it anyway - is harder to achieve, but so satisfying.
For a couple of years I have been trying to make the Environment Agency take notice of how London and Quadrant, a local housing association slashes the newly naturalised bank of the stretch of river that runs through one of its housing estates. No one had really bothered to take my concerns seriously. As a consequence, the environmentally illiterate contractors employed by the similarly ignorant association had been severely cutting back the greenery on the banks from top to bottom and from end to end.
Last September I found a young man doing what he had been told, massacring every growing thing on a section of the bank. I stopped to talk to him. I told he was destroying the habitat and any winter shelter and food from seedheads that the wildlife might need. He agreed, but said he'd been told to do it. I appealed to his good sense, and when I returned some hours later, there was no further destruction.
As spring approached, I was concerned that the next people sent might not be as intelligent as this young man, and that I might not be lucky enough to catch them at it, so I phoned the Environment Agency to express my desire that they take London and Quadrant to task for their mistreatment of the environment entrusted to them.
It took a while to talk the man round. He'd been familiar with the area since the floods of 1967, he said. (At that time the local council had put the river in a concrete tunnel to avoid further flooding, and it was only opened up a few years ago.)When I corrected him that the floods had been in 1968, he realised I had been as familiar with the area as him for as long as him, and he took notice. He told me that the greenery should not be cut back in spring at all, and that in autumn only one third should be cut back in any one year, and then only a yard or so up from the river's edge, to avoid the colonisation of willows.
He arranged for some officers to meet with L&Q to advise them on the care of the banks. So now, every time I walk along the opposite bank (which has its own problems, but one thing at a time) I smile proudly at the results of my intervention.
In the middle of each picture you can see the compromised verdure of the section that was cut back last autumn. The rest of the bank is lush. If that young man had not heeded my pleas, the whole bank would look like the slashed section.
Job well done by all concerned, and a real sense of achievement for me. It would be nice if others knew, just so they could see that they too can make a difference.
So, if there's something bugging you near your home, think how you could help - then do it. You won't regret it.
But doing something others can see - even if they don't notice, and wouldn't know you did it anyway - is harder to achieve, but so satisfying.
For a couple of years I have been trying to make the Environment Agency take notice of how London and Quadrant, a local housing association slashes the newly naturalised bank of the stretch of river that runs through one of its housing estates. No one had really bothered to take my concerns seriously. As a consequence, the environmentally illiterate contractors employed by the similarly ignorant association had been severely cutting back the greenery on the banks from top to bottom and from end to end.
Last September I found a young man doing what he had been told, massacring every growing thing on a section of the bank. I stopped to talk to him. I told he was destroying the habitat and any winter shelter and food from seedheads that the wildlife might need. He agreed, but said he'd been told to do it. I appealed to his good sense, and when I returned some hours later, there was no further destruction.
As spring approached, I was concerned that the next people sent might not be as intelligent as this young man, and that I might not be lucky enough to catch them at it, so I phoned the Environment Agency to express my desire that they take London and Quadrant to task for their mistreatment of the environment entrusted to them.
It took a while to talk the man round. He'd been familiar with the area since the floods of 1967, he said. (At that time the local council had put the river in a concrete tunnel to avoid further flooding, and it was only opened up a few years ago.)When I corrected him that the floods had been in 1968, he realised I had been as familiar with the area as him for as long as him, and he took notice. He told me that the greenery should not be cut back in spring at all, and that in autumn only one third should be cut back in any one year, and then only a yard or so up from the river's edge, to avoid the colonisation of willows.
He arranged for some officers to meet with L&Q to advise them on the care of the banks. So now, every time I walk along the opposite bank (which has its own problems, but one thing at a time) I smile proudly at the results of my intervention.
In the middle of each picture you can see the compromised verdure of the section that was cut back last autumn. The rest of the bank is lush. If that young man had not heeded my pleas, the whole bank would look like the slashed section.
Job well done by all concerned, and a real sense of achievement for me. It would be nice if others knew, just so they could see that they too can make a difference.
So, if there's something bugging you near your home, think how you could help - then do it. You won't regret it.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
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