Evil Oddie

My sister and her daughter went home on Monday after their stay with Glen and I.  My niece is 7 years old and she has only just kind of grasped the concept of a nickname.  She now knows my nickname is Oddie.  She thinks its cool.  Yeah - I’m with it! mmm maybe…

My niece has been coming and giving me lots of hugs during their stay.  On the Sunday, we were heading out to have dinner, and my niece came up and gave me a hug while we were waiting for Glen.  My sister was standing next to us and we were talking about something trivial.   During a break in our converstaion, we heard a little voice from my niece (who was still hugging me) that was just audible “I love your new cushions.”

My sister and I burst out laughing.

When I went to my six week post op appointment with Dr Fleming, he gave me the go ahead to get a bra. After six weeks, I was bloody happy to allowed to wear one again. So the next day when I was working in the city, I went to David Jones to get my first bra. I wouldn’t normally go to David Jones to buy clothes - I am not a fashionista or anything - I just went there because they have people that size you properly.

So Mindy and I went down to David Jones. It took ages for us to find someone that actually worked there. We walked up to a lady that worked there and I said something to the effect of “Hi, I need some help in getting a new bra. I’ve just had a boob job, so I don’t have a good idea of what size I’ll be.” I told her that I had found a website that told me how to take measurements so I would know my bra size. According to that website, I should be a 10D.

The lady grabbed a couple of 10D bras and we headed to the fitting rooms. Then she had an idea. There were all the reps from the Lingerie companies there. She asked all these ladies to help me. So the DJ’s worker left me with about 8 sales reps. I tried on the 10D bra and then opened the door to the fitting room. I said to Mindy that it felt ok and it looked ok - then one of the reps came in and went “Oh no sweetheart, you are a lot bigger than a D”. One of the other reps at the back said to another rep “Go and grab that new 10E bra that’s just come in.”

I turned to Mindy and said “Did I just hear right? Did she say 10E?”. Mindy nodded. The closest rep to me said that the E cup is two cups bigger than a D (the DD is between D & E).

The 10E fits. Yay. All the reps had to have a squish of the girls. I suppose not many people are quite as open about getting a boob job and getting felt up. LOL.

Let me tell you, after my initial fitting, I have not had much luck finding 10E bras. I bought a 10DD on sale and I squish into it. So, if you find any good 10E bras (on sale), let me know.

Yesterday, Glen and I went on a 4wd trip. A bit stupid really after I figured that my headaches are from my neck being out. It was fun though. It got very interesting when we were doing a track in a creek bed and then it started to rain heavily.

The guys on this trip were really nice and they came up to me and introduced themselves and had a chat. They were also more on Glen’s level of going hard in the 4wds. Click here for more info (hopefully he will update it shortly).

While sitting in the Ute (in my effort to stay warm and dry), I started watching the people that we were out with. There was only another two girls on the trip (I don’t think that they normally go on trips - just my opinion as I wouldn’t wear fashion sandals and make up on a trip out) and they didn’t interact with the other guys on the trip. So the guys were all standing around waiting for cars to get up this creek bed, and I was looking around at the guys and I counted 5 guys scratching themselves at the same time.

Honestly, are guys groins that itchy or is it a learned behaviour? Do guys think before doing it? At what point does it become a medical issue?

I have had a weird headache all week. Yesterday, it got considerably worse while I was at work. After walking to Post Office Square to get some lunch, I stood for quite a while, just willing myself not to vomit.

Because I had already ordered some lunch, I sat down with my friend Mindy and tried to eat it.  Let’s just say that I didn’t eat very much and I went back to the office.

I was at my desk, trying not to move (as you do when you think you’re going to be sick) and I thought should I get Glen to come pick me up as I don’t want to vomit on the train home.  At least while feeling nauseous, I forgot about the killer headache I had.

Paul (from work) bundled me up and put me in a taxi.  The taxi driver kept trying to make small talk, but I was too busy trying not to vomit.  I told him that I wasn’t feeling too well and he seemed to stop trying after that.  Sorry mate - thought you would appreciate me not vomiting in your car.

I still have the headache today, so I’m going to go get a massage - hope it helps as the panadine forte hasn’t.

Glen’s sister gets here today, so we were doing last minute cleaning last night.  In the main toilet, I have a container that I keep my feminine hygiene products in.  I thought that I should move the container.  However, when I went to grab it, I thought that it was mighty light and so I opened it and to my surprise it was totally empty!

So either the new cleaners or the previous cleaner have assumed it’s a rubbish container and thrown everything out.  Honestly, I would assume that most people know the difference between used and not used items.  Too much information - I know!  RAR!!!

The thing that gets me is that these products are quite expensive and they have thrown out EVERYTHING!  So I need to go out and re-stock. Freaking fantastic.  

I suppose this will come out eventually and they’ve been bugging me for a couple of days.

On the 30th of May 2007, I had breast augmentation surgery. So here’s the story of the surgery.

My surgery was scheduled for 1230. I had to be at the Clinic by 1100 for admission (they had sent out my forms before the surgery and I had to post them back in, so I didn’t have to do them on the day). I had a call the day before surgery from the Clinic giving me a timeline. Admission @ 1100. Surgery @ 1230. Arrive in recovery @ 1400. Released to go home between 1630 - 1800. The Clinic didnt give me anything to help me sleep the night before and I had to fast from 0600.I arrived at the Clinic on time but they were running late (oh joy). I was finally admitted at 1140 and was on the move from there. I was taken straight up to the surgery level of the building. I was given a gown (the ties were broken - can you believe it??), dressing gown (yay - my bum wasn’t getting flashed around), surgery slippers & shower cap (mine was red because I have an allergy to some medications). I was told to go to the toilet and then wait in the OR Waiting Room.

I was in there for maybe 2 minutes and then I was called into a Consultation Room. My Dr’s Nurse came in to see how I was doing and checked my pulse & blood pressure - pulse was 101 per minute… She said to wait in the Room and Dr Fleming would be in to see me in about 5 minutes. This seemed to drag on. Dr Fleming came in and took before photos and got me to sign a form saying that I give him permission to perform the BA in the Clinic. Then about 5 minutes later the Anesthetist came in. She told me that she was going to monitor me for the entire surgery and she would take good care of me. The nurse came back in and told me it was time to come through.

Everyone was really great - patting me on the hand - the nurse actually put her arm around me saying that she’d like me as her daughter & she has 3 sons if I was available - lol.

I walked down the corridor to the OR, and it was great that it was all girls except for Dr Fleming. I got up on the table, I looked at the clock, 1230, right on time. The Anesthetist put the heart monitor things on my back and I laid down. Then she put in the drip into my hand and they put the oxygen mask on and the nurse said to me, “Be good”. I could taste the meds, and that was it.

I woke up in recovery and asked the nurse if Dr Fleming has already been in to see me. She said that I had already spoken to him… hrm… didnt remember. I started to feel sick and some pain so I told the nurse. She gave me some pills. After a while, they said they’ll grab my boyfriend so he can come in for a visit. They didn’t let him stay for long as it tires you out. The nurse brought my clothes in and said for me to get dressed when I felt up to it. She said maybe in a half hour. In that half hour, I started to feel sicker and sicker. The nurse came in and said that it had been the half hour and to try to get changed. I sat up and got changed. It really took it out of me. There was blood on the bed so I thought I was still bleeding but the nurse said that I wasn’t. I laid back down.

In about another 10 minutes, the nurse came in and said that I should try to eat something. She walked me out to the OR Recovery Waiting Room (why aren’t all waiting rooms like this? Recliner chairs, food on tables, drinks etc available for purchase if you were waiting) where I had lemonade & a salad sandwich waiting for me. I took one bite of the sandwich. Cue vomit. Tried some lemonade. I kept the lemonade down. After a while, my boyfriend asked if I would be ok for the ride home as he would like to beat peak hour. The nurses said I would be ok and gave me heaps of vomit bags. They were great. Once you’ve been sick you twirl the bag around and lock it into place and then just throw them out. Much better than the bucket I had in mind!

The ride home went well. No vomiting at all. I was too busy giving my other half directions how to get home. He’s a shocker. Once we got home, he cooked me some food hoping I would keep it down. I needed to take the pain killers and antibiotics with food. I ate and took the pills and within 10 minutes I was vomiting. I went sleep on my pillow fort still feeling crook…

The next morning, I tried to eat again. No luck, kept vomiting. My boyfriend called my Dr. He said “Stop the pain killers.” I’m sorry what did you just say?

The clinic did a follow up phone call on Friday. The nurse asked me how I was doing… Hrm - Im still throwing up and I haven’t taken any pain killers. I haven’t eaten properly since Tuesday. She said that if I was still throwing up on Sunday to call my Dr and get different antibiotics as that could be causing me to feel crook. Funnily enough, Sunday was the first day I didn’t throw up.

On Friday & Saturday, I cried. I was hurting, vomiting and couldn’t get comfortable. I hadn’t slept properly and I had started to go a bit nutty being not able to do anything.

Sunday on the other hand was fantastic! I woke up feeling bloody great. I had a bowl of porridge and took my antibiotic and felt great. My boyfriend took me for a walk around the backyard and my cat came as well.

So getting back to the reason that I started this entry, I think my nerves are healing as they are majorly sore. All of a sudden I’ll get this sharp zinging pain in a certain area and it’s quite hard to stop myself from grabbing them. I’m sure its a good look.

Here’s what they looked like before the op:

And this is what they looked like 2 weeks after surgery (they have since dropped):

I will write about my first bra purchase post op soon.

At work, Friday lunch is normally: at a pub; takeaway food eaten in a park or; a BBQ. Today was a bit different. We had a meeting in the early afternoon so we couldn’t be too long. We decided to get a pizza from a well known franchise and eat it back at the office.

We started eating our pizza and it tasted fantastic (except for the pain from the ulcer) as only takeaway foods can. I was onto my second piece when I thought that one of my newly cut hairs had made its way into my mouth. On further investigation, it was not a hair from my head. It looked particularly like a curly brown hair from the groin area.

I announced my find to the rest of my colleagues, most of them laughed and had a look at the offending hair. Here’s the part that shocked me - The Pizza Still Got Eaten!!!

Me also not thinking about what I was doing because of all the commotion, ate the rest of the piece that the offending hair was located on!