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So, I took a long lunchbreak from work today and nipped up to C level (from B level) for an appointment with my surgeon. He reviewed my scars, and was very pleased with how they are looking. I am also very happy- I basically have everything I was hoping for: no tits, neat scars, and my ankh tattoo preserved on my breastbone. When it comes to 'the tran', I am now finished as far as medical stuff goes. I need to sort my GRC in the next few months, and then I can close this chapter and move on to other, more interesting things. ^__-;
I was also amused to discover that 'NHS Nipple Tattooist' is an actual job title. ^___^ ; My surgeon has referred me to one to get around my 'no nipples' situation, because even though it doesn't bother me, I can't decide on a chest piece that would actually cover the area fully enough to get away with no having any nipples, and as he said: 'if there's something in the right place that is roughly the right shape and colour, nobody will notice it. If you have nothing, they still won't notice it, but they'll constantly be aware that something is wrong and it will bother them, because the brain is stupid like that.' So yeah. Tattooed nipples, coming to a student near you, sometime in the next few months. XD
Also, more of an aside here, but it was interesting talking to my surgeon now that he no longer considers me a patient, per say. We both know I am basically done with his services, and we had a long and interesting chat about my situation, and his job, and generally a lot of things. He has also slipped into what I consider 'NHS Insider' talk- basically, he no longer talks to me the way he would a patient, but rather has slipped into the more informal, jokey way that we all talk to other members of staff. I noticed it too when I had the actual op- the nurses discovered I was a student at the hospital, and suddenly they talk to me like a friend- like somebody who knows what they are dealing with, and hence, they can explain things to without the polish and shine that we normally use. I like it. It's more informal, and puts me more at ease. ^__^ He also said he considers me a friend, because, as he put it, we've 'been through quite a bit' in the last 3 years. And it's true.
I think he's seriously considering doing more operations like mine in the future. I hope he does. He's a good surgeon, and a lot of other guys (and ladies- he also does implants) could benefit from his help. I think working with me has kind of shown him that it's not only cancer patients that are in desperate need of assistance with things like this.
In Other News:
Life is conspiring to keep me away from Rory. >_>; Not like in the long run, but we managed to speak for a short while last night (which was AWESOME) but damn... these long shifts and his work... and the time difference....
I wish there was some way to synch our timezones. If we could do that, things would be easier. Being on the same continent would be even better, but until we manage that, I'll take a time-bending, world-breaking attack on physics. >_>; because that will totally happen, right?
I was also amused to discover that 'NHS Nipple Tattooist' is an actual job title. ^___^ ; My surgeon has referred me to one to get around my 'no nipples' situation, because even though it doesn't bother me, I can't decide on a chest piece that would actually cover the area fully enough to get away with no having any nipples, and as he said: 'if there's something in the right place that is roughly the right shape and colour, nobody will notice it. If you have nothing, they still won't notice it, but they'll constantly be aware that something is wrong and it will bother them, because the brain is stupid like that.' So yeah. Tattooed nipples, coming to a student near you, sometime in the next few months. XD
Also, more of an aside here, but it was interesting talking to my surgeon now that he no longer considers me a patient, per say. We both know I am basically done with his services, and we had a long and interesting chat about my situation, and his job, and generally a lot of things. He has also slipped into what I consider 'NHS Insider' talk- basically, he no longer talks to me the way he would a patient, but rather has slipped into the more informal, jokey way that we all talk to other members of staff. I noticed it too when I had the actual op- the nurses discovered I was a student at the hospital, and suddenly they talk to me like a friend- like somebody who knows what they are dealing with, and hence, they can explain things to without the polish and shine that we normally use. I like it. It's more informal, and puts me more at ease. ^__^ He also said he considers me a friend, because, as he put it, we've 'been through quite a bit' in the last 3 years. And it's true.
I think he's seriously considering doing more operations like mine in the future. I hope he does. He's a good surgeon, and a lot of other guys (and ladies- he also does implants) could benefit from his help. I think working with me has kind of shown him that it's not only cancer patients that are in desperate need of assistance with things like this.
In Other News:
Life is conspiring to keep me away from Rory. >_>; Not like in the long run, but we managed to speak for a short while last night (which was AWESOME) but damn... these long shifts and his work... and the time difference....
I wish there was some way to synch our timezones. If we could do that, things would be easier. Being on the same continent would be even better, but until we manage that, I'll take a time-bending, world-breaking attack on physics. >_>; because that will totally happen, right?
