I got to meet the specialist. It was a long trip to the Big Smoke. He hasn't got a marvellous bedside manner, but that doesn't bother me. I want him to be skilful, not necessarily friendly. And I believe he is.
He showed me pictures of various breast-reduction results. Some good results, some a bit disastrous, so I understand that things can go wrong sometimes.
I didn't really want to look, as I've already looked at pictures on the internet, and I'm not impressed.
Yukky. What a horrible disfiguring operation! But I can't fit into any clothes any more. I am about size 18 in general, but unfortunately size 24-26 on top. It is nearly impossible to buy nice clothes in size 24-26. They are all crappy.
This is a picture of someone called Joanne before and after. She doesn't have much scarring. Some of the pictures the doctor showed me had worse scarring than this.
But that's just the start of the problems I have - a stooped back from the weight, unable to run or even walk fast. I try to run every day, but it hurts. So I just go for a long walk.
Various attempts to lose weight worked quite well, but no weight was lost from there. I'm quite happy with my weight. I just don't like those things.
Some people even stare at them when I'm out, so I have to be careful to wear very loose tops or layers of clothes to cover up.
All in all it isn't fun.
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