Wrap Up of the Week

I am so thankful it's Friday.

Yesterday's post had Daphne from my distant husband asking why I didn't just down size while having my nose set.  I mean I was already at the hospital. Excellent point. I will tell you why.

As a child I hated "them." My father said all the time that when I got older I would appreciate them.  Now I understand that is just a damn man's point of view.  My mom hated that I began to hunch and slouch to try to "hide" them. But as I have written here before she was a freak about posture and made me walk around with books on my head. (yea, I don't know what the hell that did for me either) She insisted that I didn't hide a damn thing I just looked like a girl who had big breasts who slouched. Point to mom.

So at the age of 25 I went to a doctor to see about down sizing "them"
He drew all over my chest and told me how they were going to remove my nipple/areola and he put an X where it was going to be moved to. I went there twice.  Insurance would not pay for this so we discussed fee and hospital fees etc on my last visit. It was just shy of $10,000. (1981)
I had half of it saved so I had to wait a bit more time I told him. Then I decided, hey let's get a personal loan. So off to the bank I went. I filled out paperwork. 2 days later I lost my job.
Did I really want to spend my money for doing this?  YES.  But I was married at the time and he felt that I was being foolish until I went back to work.

Fast forward through divorce (1983) I went back to school with all that money and figured I would do it later. In the late 90's I was working for an airline and had good insurance and did this again in another state where I lived now.  It was even more expensive and my insurance didn't care about my back or anything else that pays the price this was not covered. Great.
But I had flex dollars now and making more money so I was ready to go.
The doctor suggested that I lose 15lbs first.  I was 125lbs at the time and thought boy if it were that easy. (I had a thyroid issue that was undiagnosed at the time and I really struggled to maintain my weight)

So home I went to begin not eating so these babies could be lobbed off.
Within weeks this airline was absorbed by another and the GDS (computer company where I worked) that the airline owned was sold to a private company.  Guess who was downsized?  Yep, not "the girls" but me. So once again I had to not move forward with this idea of downsizing the girls.

Life went on and it just became something for the back burner. $20K or a down payment on a house? You know things like that.  Rick continued to tell me this was all a sign.
I kept saying the wrong thing kept being downsized and he kept saying, this was a higher powers way of telling me to leave them alone."
Spoken like a boob man don'tcha think?

Now I don't even care. I would like them lifted now more than lobbed off.
I am at a stage in my life where all that shit is no big deal anymore.
Since going through this big health issue in my life it has made me see that this is the "small" stuff. (okay they aren't small but you know what I mean)
My mom died of breast cancer as well and that fact isn't lost on me now as an adult.

So now I see the humor where I had none before.
The comments when I was young hurt me and normally I would cry.
I hated that my boobs walked into a room before me.
I hated that guys talked to them like microphones instead of looking at my face.

Now I make the jokes before anyone else.
C'mon back in the 70's when they had this thing called the pencil test.
Anyone out there remember that?
It was during the bra burning, no bra wearing days.
Days I could not take part in.
This was in all the girl magazines at the time. Glamour, Cosmo etc.
If you could put a pencil under your breast and it fell out you could go without a bra.
If you could put a pencil under your breast and it stayed there and if it wasn't seen then you needed to wear a bra.
I used to say, "hell I could put a typewriter under mine and it would get lost"
See I can tell my own jokes.

And like Ms. A. commented - they were their own floatation device.
I am not a strong swimmer.
But when I panic I roll over and float on my back and those girls will keep me afloat.

So Daphne that is why they are still "lying" here. :-)
At this time in my life when making the mortgages is a struggle this isn't a priority and truth be told I don't much care anymore.
So there ya go....we don't need to talk about the damn girls for awhile.

Happy Weekend Everybody.
I've got plans and I can't wait to start my weekend.
Is it 5p yet?