Tonight was the first time I’ve done any research on the possibilities and procedures. This kills me; do you know what they use as a test to determine if a lift is needed? They call it the “pencil test”. Basically, while standing, if you place a pencil under your breast, and it stays in place, you have the droops. Well chit, my boobies could hold my friggin wallet under there no problem!!! Guess I have the droops - or the dropsies, or flopsies, whatever term you like. But now the problem is, I saw what they do to your girls during surgery, I nearly fainted, and my tongue is dry from my mouth not being able to close for a full thirty minutes!! Um, OOOOOOOUCH!!!!!!! And this is done as an outpatient surgery?? They cut, they sew, they hack away and re-form with a possible surgical staple finish. Staples?? To snag and grab – OH I DON’T THINK SO!! Of course they warn of possible ‘mild discomfort for next few days and suggest pain medication may be prescribed. Ya think?? Oh yes, I think so. And not for just a week. And then there’s the scarring. Yeah, it’s not pretty. Nice half circle smile under each breast with a straight line up to the areola. After a year the scarring should fade some. But in the meantime, how would I feel about these scars being visible to others at times when I may want to roam around the natural world in nothing but my birthday suit? Hmmmmmmm, something else to consider.
So what do I think now?? Well, I think I’d have to want this re-construction to my tender parts p.r.e.t.t.y. d.a.r.n. b.a.d.!! Or, come to terms with having a new place to carry my wallet and nipple dragging. No matter what, aging and what gravity does to my body SUCKS!!!