First off, I just accidentally somehow backed out of the page I had been writing and deleted everything, so f#@#$ my life right now!
OK, so I get to the plastic surgeons office, and when it's time to go and wait in the exam room, I'm brought it by one of the other ladies and told to put on a terry cloth robe and wait, so I do. The doctor breezes in for like, two seconds, kinda smiles and looks at me and mumbles something, can't understand it, then she's gone. She comes back in a few minutes later and just sits down and kinda starts talking, and I ask, "So, are you Dr. Cherup?" and she says, "Yes, didn't you see me when I said hi to you a few minutes ago?" and the way she said it was very almost condescending and immediately put me on guard, like I should be sorry or something. So she measures me, and just the way she talks to me makes me feel like I'm inferior; when I tell her I work at Walmart, and that a lot of my friends smoke at work, she said, "I'm not surprised that a lot of people at Walmart smoke," or something, like it was beneath her. She measured from the center of my collar bone to each nipple, then she measured around me underneath my boobs and then around my chest. She announced, "What size do you THINK you are?" and I said, "a 32 G" and she said, "Are you sure you're a 32?" and I said, "Well, maybe a 34," and she was like, "Yeah, because usually girls that are 32 are like a hundred pounds," and I'm 150. She measured me and said, "You're a 36 DD," and this kinda pissed me off to be honest, because I've been measured by professional bra fitters pretty much since high school, long after Victoria Secret had stopped being an option and Nordstrom's was the only dept. store who carried my proper size. (side story: In fact, when I went into Victorias Secret a couple of months ago, I told the girl there my true size and she measured me at a 34D or double D. She didn't believe me, big surprise, so I tried on both sizes for her to prove her wrong. Like literally everybody else who never truly believes me, her mouth dropped open when I came out of the fitting room wearing just the bra on top, and half my tits are hanging out of the top of each cup, completely coming out of it.)
I was ready to cry when she told me my size, because she seemed so adament about it, even though I wanted to put my bra on and show her she was wrong, because it happens so often that I'm fitted the wrong way; she said I measured at a 36DD. She said she could make me a B cup, and I was all smiles when she said that, but now that I think about it, if she thinks I'm a DD cup now, then a B is only three cup sizes down. Since I'm NOT a double D and instead a G cup, three sizes down would be an E, which is still waaaay too big. I realize that I'm probably never going to be a B cup, but I'd like to at least be a small D, and I know that's possible.
I told her about the Schnur Sliding Scale, at least let her know I knew what it was and how it worked, and she said, "Hold on a minute," and left the room (again!) to figure out what mine would be, or rather, how much weight I'd have to have removed. She came back in and said she would have to take 420 grams from each side, which isn't even a pound apiece. She said that it would work out with the bigger one, but the smaller one might be a struggle. There are some other medical things I have to consider, nothing serious but my lungs are a little iffy sometimes because I was a premie and all, so she said she would probably do the surgery in the hospital and might have me stay a night because of that stuff, but nothing that would preclude me from being able to have the surgery successfully done.
I had forgotten my notebook with all of my questions in it, but I was feeling so upset by the end of our meeting that I could only ask one, which was, "Are you going to do lipo under my arms?" and she was like, "No, why would I do lipo?!" and I was just like, "Well, I don't know since I'm not a freaking doctor!" Thanksfully, the insurance and picture ladies made me feel better. The doctor told me that the insurance would get back to me probably within 3 to 4 weeks, but the lady that handles it all said more like 2 to 3, so we'll see. I want to get approved, but to be honest I don't know if I want her to be my doctor or not. It's about her attitude and the fact that she did not believe me when I said I was a 32G or a 34FF. If she really thinks I'm "just" a 36DD, then she'll tell my insurance that, and it won't seem as drastic as a G cup, which is what I truly am.
At another point she left the room again for something, and I could hear her asking down the hall for somebody to pull up breast reduction something or other photos, and a few minutes later one of the other woman came and got me and led me down the hall to another room with a computer in it with a few before and after photos of women with my body shape on the screen. I told the girl I had looked at literally hundreds of BR photos, and this doctor's looked pretty much like anybody else's.
I was never weighed or had my height taken, although I was asked by the doctor how tall I was at one point, to which she responded, "That's pretty tall," and something about my height having to do so with the size of my boobs, that because of that they didn't look that big whereas if I was shorter and with the same size boobs, they would.
If I get approved by insurance, she said she could do the operation sometime in February since she said she was pretty much all booked up in January. I'd like to see her again to make sure that we're on the same page size wise before the actual surgery date, although I don't actually think what we call it matters, meaning whether she thinks it's a double D and I think it's a G is irrelevant, all that matters is what is removed and how it ends up looking in the end, preferably as small as possible haha.
I think I might start looking around at other plastic surgeons in my area though, just in case I'm not approved by insurance and I can start my search again. What would you do in this situation, where your initial consultation did not go as well as you had hoped for whatever reason, what was your next step or did you stick it out with them through the procedure?