At my next consultation, we agree a date
for my third operation to replace the temporary implants with permanent ones.
We negotiate dates around half term holidays, pre-booked diary entries and my
son's exams. I'm keen to do it as quickly as possible but understand that the
expanders have to do their job to create sufficient space under the muscle to
ensure a more natural look eventually. 'More jiggle room' Giles says
technically. I've never had breasts big enough to 'jiggle' so am starting to
think there may be a silver lining at the end of the journey.
Giles says this is a further overnight
stay but my recovery should be quicker. I let work know that I will need a
further week off in a couple of months.
My penultimate expansion results in a
pair of stuck-on comedy breasts that are spherical and protrude alarmingly and
solidly. I'm uncomfortable and self-conscious when I go to work straight after
and wish I'd worn a different top. I'm aware that I'm hunching my shoulders
slightly to hide my expanding front. I will need to book some physio when this
is all finished.
My husband looks slightly bemused at my
profile, and then concerned when I tell him there is one further expansion
required before my final operation. You'll need bigger feet soon, he says. I don't
think this is covered by the insurance. After a closer inspection, my husband
is looking interested, are they really going to get bigger?
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