Ta Ta to the Ta Ta’s!

Alright, we’re crossing a line and going in to personal territory here — hold on to your hats!

Last week I went to my primary care physician and asked for a referral to have my boobs chopped. That’s right, these suckers are going away. And I am SO EXCITED.

I was a C in the eighth grade. A frickin’ C. And it only went up from there. Even when I was in the best shape of my life, I was a DD in high school and College. It sucked and still does suck, because I am so far past THAT right now. It’s been a topic of conversation among family and friends (Brittany has big boobs! Weeeee!) — funny at times and uncomfortable at others, so there is a slight self-consciousness that comes along with it. Not to mention the constant back pain, the permanent indentations in my shoulders from my bra straps, etc …

So, I made an executive decision about my body, and I’m having them reduced. And I’m saying it again, I am so excited.

The way Tricare works with this is that I had to get a referral to see a plastic surgeon. This happened last Thursday. Friday I got a call from the on-post hospital saying that they had reviewed my request, and would be referring me off-post (which is fine, really.) Today I called Tricare and got my authorization number, and found out who the doctor would be. I’m waiting to get my evaluation appointment scheduled with him, and then after that he has to write a letter to Tricare stating that it is medically necessary for me to have this procedure. Once Tricare approves that, then I can schedule the actual surgery.

This, my friends, is a perfect example of how Universal Health Care works. It’s not instant, but it works. Granted, this isn’t a life or death situation, but if it were, I’m sure the process would be much different. And it’s FREE. I don’t have to pay for it, so this progressive liberal/borderline socialist is OK with that!

But I digress. The real issue here is that I’m THROWING A PARTY! Once I get the surgery actually scheduled, we will be throwing a “Ta Ta to the Ta Ta’s” Party! My darling husband will be wearing black, he says, because he will be in mourning. We’re going to have Hooters cater it, boobie straws in all the drinks, and it will be an all around good time. Jealous? You should be — because it’s going to be total awesomesauce.

Either way, I’m excited (have I mentioned that yet?). I’m not going rediculously small, but smaller than what I am now. It will be nice to wear smaller shirts, buy cute bras, not wear three sports bras when I workout — but mostly just feel better about MYSELF and my self image. Anyways, updates will come when applicable.

And of course pictures from the Ta Ta party!

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Update #1: I got a call back from the referred plastic surgeon, and they scheduled me for THURSDAY. As in the day after tomorrow! So I will be jetting out of work early, right after lunch, and making a two hour drive to see this guy (who happens to be a Army Reserve and who is also on staff at the Veterans Hospital!). Hooray for having an awesome boss who told me to “do what I need to do!” to make this surgery happen. Woot! So, this may all happen sooner than later! AWESOME.

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