Today I went to see Dr. Fine, aka Plastic Surgeon to the Stars, for some Boobage adjustment. It’s been a while. I had been under the impression that for this appointment they’d remove the marvel known as ports from the girls (sob!), so I changed my original appointment which was right before the Great Alpian Adventure, thinking stitches, vicodin and the like. Turns out, Dr. Fine, genius that he is, was in no hurry to remove them.
Dr. Fine: So, how are they doing?
Me: Good, but you see how this one is a little bigger? Well, maybe not bigger in terms of volume, but it projects more so it seems bigger.
Dr. Fine: Well, you know, most natural breasts aren’t the same size…
I just look at him, with a face fraught with skepticism.
Dr. Fine: Or we could remove some saline from the left one to make it smaller…
Now I look at him in horror.
Me: NO! No! We’re not making the Boobages any smaller!
Dr. Fine: Okay, so we’ll add some to the right and see how that looks.
Then the fun starts. Because you may recall, dear reader(s), that when we tried a Boobage adjustment back in June, on the left side, the port had flipped around and was thus inaccessible. The port being attached to the saline implant, hence making the Boobages wonderfully adjustable. As it turns out, it’s a good thing we couldn’t adjust then, because the right one wound up being smaller, thanks to the radiation which continues to fuck with your skin and tighten everything up. Cancer, the gift that keeps on giving.
So there we are, Dr. Fine with a needle poking around for the port, which has somehow drifted down to my ribcage. Poke poke poke.
Dr. Fine: Hmm, it seems to have flipped…..
I start chuckling. He keeps poking around.
Dr. Fine: You know what, I’ll anesthetize the area, and then try again…
At which point I start giggling, rather uncontrollably.
Me: Don’t you remember? This is exactly what happened with the left one!
Dr. Fine: Really? Because this really doesn’t happen often at all.
Me: Well, I do have the worst luck of anyone I know, so……
Luckily this time he gets the port flipped around, and Boobage Adjustment commences. For those curious or not in the know, this procedure is probably exactly what you’d imagine it to be. Insert a needle attached to a big-ass syringe, this one with 50ccs of saline. Push saline into Boobage. Watch Boobage get insta-bigger. Yes, it’s kind of like blow-up doll technology for CancerChicks. Instaboobs!
Then we’re chatting, and I mention to Dr. Fine the GAA…
Me:….and you know what? You were right – the lat flap didn’t affect my cycling at all!
Dr. Fine: Glad to hear it – I didn’t think it would. That muscle really is just used for pushing down.
Me: Oh, well, I haven’t tried swimming yet, so I’ll have to see how that goes…
Dr. Fine: Well, for most people and their typical splashing around, this won’t affect them either.
Wait. Splashing around? This was like déjà vu all over again! Of course, the difference being that the last time we had this conversation, I was in a state of deep cancer angst, still trying to find doctors and figure out treatment, hence less able to see the humor in the situation. Now? Now I just agree that the few seconds difference in swim times won’t make much of a difference for a Triathlon Alpian Goddess such as myself, and note that it’s the bike that really matters anyway. And we smile, understanding each other perfectly. And we leave the ports in – so yes, these babies? Still. Adjustable.
Next month on the Boobage front: tattoos!