Cash Cow Life

Today was a minor setback in my quest for normalcy, but that’s okay. You live, you learn.

While some of the staff was extremely outgoing and made me feel comfortable with what I was electing to do; others weren’t so. Not to mention Dr. Patterson was stunned that I was the one inquiring about the procedure (Breast reduction), and not my partner. He was totally shut off and looking at his computer the whole time with no real conversation at all with me. The only time he did say anything was to have me take my shirt off so he could measure my breasts. It just made the process infuriating.

He wrapped up the consultation (with no questions about medical history) with a nod and informed me that his nurse would come in to quote me….it was stunning. She quoted 10,000 dollars! And that was with OHIP coverage. Mastoplexy , liposuction and a  lift on ONE breast alone was nearly 5 grand. NOT including anesthetic. None of these were procedures I had asked for either. I simply wanted an even shape across my chest, not to have them “lifted”.

All I’m saying is …don’t get sucked in ladies. Know what to look for.
1) Check out the website and whether or not your particular procedure is covered.

2) Check if that office deals with OHIP.

3) Know when you’re being branded a cash cow. OHIP will not cover breast reductions done in a private office. (Must be in hospital)

Breast Reduction Woes

Dear World

It starts out harmless… I wanted to sit down with my mother and discuss the date I have set for my breast reduction.

Now it didn’t really dawn on me that I had been moseying about my merry way, going to doctors’ appointments and consultations with my wife, without ever mentioning it to my mother. I forgot that the reason I was keeping such a large milestone in my life to myself was because she is Old World European. In my case, a OWE is a 1950’s passport carrying babushka from Hungary, who still believes that men should be the sole bread winners of a family and women stay home and cook. 

Clearly the "man" part was never happening, though she got over that after six years. So I foolishly thought that reducing my bust would be a cake walk conversation….I.Was.Wrong ! Her brain could not get over why a woman would want to take away “god given breasts that men deserve to have”. 

A snake bite on my face would have made more sense than that comment...

After an hour of going through the procedure and explaining that I was trying to alleviate pain that has been plaguing my back for years; she cracked. What spewed out was the most nonsensical gibberish since a crazy TA attending a teachers conference I spoke at stood up and said that “ Catholics love gays…you just can’t admit you are one”. Long story short… I ended up taking off my shirt and bind to show her that my bust had been carefully concealed for years; her response was “breast feeding will be good for you baba”.

Tips:

11)      If you have a mother over 50, and she is from A European country: Don’t be discouraged by her inability to grasp certain situations.

22)      If you’re experiencing major pain or discomfort from the size of your breasts; consult a doctor because treatment and/or reduction surgery could be covered.

33)      Love life, Live to love; especially yourself :D !

Dear world;

I would like to welcome you into my life :).

It's filled with endless arrays of 3 piece suits, mass amounts of cologne, and tie racks given to me by my beautiful wife. Maybe you have similar taste? In my quest to find a blog that just fit the mold I came up short quite a few times. There were so many that touched on aspects of who I am or what I love...but none really captured what it was that I was searching for.

In short, I would love for all of you to see my take on what a butch gal is and where she plans on taking her life.

It got better for me; and this is the documentation of that! xoxo

Sincerely; AJ