Well, my curiosity was satisfied today as I went for my falsie fitting.
The journey was OK…. ish, but parking was a nightmare so Hubby had to drop me off then go and find somewhere to park.
The department I wanted was notified as being moved to another building (!!!!!) on a small notice so I had to ask as it didn’t say exactly where.
I was directed into the bowels of the hospital and down a long corridor, past breast screening and then outside to a portacabin for breast care.
Two members of staff were talking to the receptionist and I wasn’t acknowledged for almost five minutes which actually made me two minutes late for my appointment.
I was seen at 11.15 and shown into a private room with a big cupboard, desk, couch and a five drawer unit housing a variety of bras in various sizes.
After a brief history of me, Humphrey, Dick and why I was there and not in Cheltenham, all was understood and the Aladdin’s Cave of boobs was revealed.
Photo: booby birds.
No, I did not have an array of twinkling nipples gazing at me from the shelves, nor an abundance of half moons or gelatin orbs.
The cupboard was full of boxes and not a tape measure or molding kit in sight.
The fitting nurse did everything by eye, and having been in the job some 22 years had a good idea of what she was doing.
I have come away with a boxed boob that is a pretty good fit, though I may have to buy some new bras as my sporting bras aren’t really deep enough in the cup but I shall see.
A lot of bras these days are designed with little pockets to house falsies or uplifting enhancers, so I shouldn’t have to spend a fortune on lingerie.
I had tried my softie this morning and I’m so glad I hadn’t relied on that as it’s too big and protrudes at least two inches further out from my chest than my real one!