Consult #2

On Monday I arranged to meet Liz, a friend from work who just moved to the east coast, at the bookstore at 8:30. I waited for 45 minutes and after buying four books, I went home. It wasn’t so bad getting stuck in a bookstore while waiting for someone--I think it will be my future BKM. Liz was stressed at being told that we would no longer support 100% remote workers and that she would have to quit or move back here. My other friend, Kim, is in the same situation. It really does suck but I hope they find something that they are really passionate about. I suppose that I could get cut in this next round. I don’t think they will cut me but you never know. And if they do, I would do program management in a different industry. Something more interesting than the semiconductor industry.

On Tuesday I did Pilates at the Y. Pilates is my new love and I am able to do it 2x/week—once at the Y (Tues) and once at work (Thurs). The unfortunate thing about the Tuesday class is that it is from 6:30 – 7:30 and it comes with guilt for not spending that time with the kids.

I got to hook up with Liz for about an hour on Thursday night and then headed to my volleyball tournament. We ranked third in the league and that is really good for us. We have a four person team with three women and let’s be honest here, it hard for a team with three women to kill the ball with every play like a 6’ 5” male player. It was a single elimination tournament and we lost the first match so that was that. We have had such fun playing together the last 2 – 3 seasons that we are going for it again. We have a good time and laugh a lot, and we still play pretty well.

On Friday, I was playing on the floor with Ty and wrestling a little bit. His hand reached out towards my nose and I thought he was just going to grab my nose but instead he stuck his little razor sharp finger up my nose which hurt like hell and the next thing I know, I have a nosebleed. What a Stinker! My nose hurt for hours afterwards. We went to the mall on Friday night which was probably a mistake because I had a really bad sinus headache, plus a cold and my nose really hurt on top of that. We did the normal: eat dinner, go to the book store and Pottery Barn Kids. We went home and I was in so much pain with my headache, that I lay down on the floor of Jack’s room and didn’t push him to get dressed. He got a pillow down from his bed and a blanket and “tucked” me in. He gave me his doggie and then got a chair and put it outside the door of his room. He turned off the light and closed the door and sat down on the chair (like I do sometimes). I thought it was really cute. Unfortunately I saw his feet disappear under the door and I had to figure out what he was up to. He was determined to put me in bed, so I decided that I should go to bed (at 8:30) and so Brian ended up putting Jack in bed. I like it that Jack was so concerned about me.

I woke up 11 hours later feeling 100% better than the night before and my cold seemed to have disappeared. Brian took Jack to soccer and I hung out with Ty. During the kids’ naps I ran some errands for Jack’s birthday which is August 26. Later in the day, Sarah came over and we went swimming, had dinner, put the kids to bed and then watched the movie “Center Stage” or something like that. It was OK. Kind of cheesy but there was dancing in it so I liked it.

Sunday was a big day. Brian hiked Camelback and left around 6 AM so I had to get up with the kids. At noon, I met Annette G at the mall for a focused shopping trip. I’ve been down to about one outfit that I felt good in and because I liked Annette’s clothes and we have similar builds, and she is practically a professional shopper, I asked her to help me find some clothes. I used to love shopping and would spend hours doing it but now I hate it. Nothing seems to fit and I don’t have time or the desire to shop. When I got the mall, Annette had already pulled some clothes for me. So for the next four hours straight, I tried on clothes. I have to give Annette credit—I think she only tried on one shirt. She was very focused on getting clothes for me, picking the right thing, finding the right colors, pushing me to try new things and she expedited everything by hanging up the clothes after I tried them on. After 3 hours, I weakly said that I was hungry, and Annette whipped a South Beach protein bar out of her purse and we split it, enabling us to continue on for another hour. Now that’s a professional. Afterwards I felt like I had run a marathon, but I had many tops and one bottom and a potential other bottom. Definitely a worthwhile trip. If I had gone by myself, I would have been sitting in Starbucks after 30 minutes. The next step is to go through my closet and see what can be purged and what can be saved. Being pregnant and breastfeeding over the past four years has resulted in clothes that don’t fit and a lot of outdated clothes. Also, I think I will look for another pair of jeans.

Work has been very intense lately and we are really busy. But I made time on Tuesday to go to my second consult. Now I think I said before that most of the people I know have only done one consult and went with that doctor. Being the engineer that I am, I felt like I had to get three consults to find the best doctor for me, even though these doctors charge for consults now. This consult was like night and day from the first one. The first one I waited 2 hours to see the doctor, and he told me I needed a lift and recommended 275 to 300 cc’s. He didn’t do any measurements and didn’t take a photo and didn’t have me look at any photos and didn’t have me try the implant in my bra to see what I liked. In the second consult, the guy came in immediately, and to the chagrin of his assistant, I didn’t even have my robe on. He says, Take off your shirt. Well he was going to look at my breasts anyway… who cares if he sees me take my shirt off? This would be like the ob/gyn coming into the room saying, Take your pants off. I guess it sounds bad, even though the end result is the same—he sees your cha cha either way. Back to the plastic surgeon… Then he does all these measurements and leaves. The assistant says he is doing his “analysis”. He comes back in and we look at pictures, talk about what size, try some in my bra, etc. He says, Absolutely no lift, 330 cc’s would be conservative to average and it is $4K less than the other guy. He would also do the incision under the breast, which is my preference because I am concerned about nerve damage. So at this point, I am very happy that I have a third consultation to see what he says. I’m finding this a big confusing.

Tuesday night I went to Jill’s to pick up my jewelry and visited for a while. I like these spontaneous kinds of visits where I pick up the phone and call someone, in this case Jill at around 8:30 PM.

K: Hey what are doing?
J: Putting the kids to bed
K: Is this a good time to come over?
J: Yes but I’ll warn you, I’m not wearing a bra.
K: That’s OK, I’ve already seen your boobs.
J: Ha! See you in a few minutes.

On Thursday night I went to Tami’s house for her “Sex and the City” party. She served cosmos (which I did not touch) and we watched some of people’s favorite episodes. This was a lot of fun and I would like to get the complete set myself.