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I woke up bright and early this morning and finished packing. My flight was at 10.30am, so I headed down to the train station at 9am. The whole time I had this horrible feeling I had forgotten something and kept going over everything in my head. The most important things weren't clothes... but rather the computer, digital camera and webcam and all the necessary cables!!! Clothes are replaceable but all the tech I need is indispensable!

I got into Bundy at 11.30am and dad met me at the airport and dropped me into town at mum's salon. I got a quick hair trim- just to spruce it up before the photo shoot.
A photographer from the local newspaper was meeting me at the lingerie shop for some photos, which would be used with the article about my surgeries.

I bought two soft, underwire-free croptop bras that fasten at the front- I'll probably wear these in the first few weeks. It's important that the clasp is at the front, because I wont be able to lift my arms over my head for some time. There were two types of smalls- small A/B, and small C/D... I ended up getting the small A/B! it looks small but exactly what I want.
The photographer arrived and we had a ball taken lots of silly photos with bras. We found a 26G bra (I'm a 12D), with cups the size of my head, and I took a heap of photos cringing towards this monstrosity.
We then grabbed a bunch of lacey pretty little 10B bras (the size I hope to be), and took photos of me looking extremely excited and happy while holding these bras.
Then we took some photos holding both the skimpy little cute bras and the big heffa bra, probably with me looking confused!
Anyway I had a blast, I wish people could take photos of me ALL the time. Hehehe

I went to the chemist and dropped in my scripts for my drugs, and then headed to the hospital for my consultation with the anaesthetist. He had a listen to my heart and asked lots of health questions and took me through a few of the things- I can have a light breakfast before 6am, and can drink water up until 10.30am. It looks like my surgery is booked for 2pm and admission time is midday.

I handed over almost $2000 to pay for the anaesthetist. I'm under for pretty much 4.5 hours and he charges per hour. Ouch!

A nurse then took me into another room and took my blood pressure and asked all sorts of health questions and even weighed me on these high tech scales. Woot 55kg! and that was right after lunch. I have been wondering what I might weigh after the surgery. NOT that weight is a big issue for me, I'm comfortable being 55kg, and its definitely in my healthy body range. But it would be crazy to maybe be 53kg again, I haven't been that weight since grade 12!

After the onslaught of health questions, I went deeper into the hospital, it actually was part of the hospital, maybe a recovery/test area. Eeek. They pulled the curtain around my bed, and I had to strip off my top while the nurse stuck sticky pads all over my chest and on my arms and even on my ankles. It was an EKG machine, I think, and it analysed all my heart movements and stuff.

I thought while laying there, how good it would have been to have a photo of me all hooked up to this machine... Of course I had my boobs hanging out, so maybe not! Haha

Then I was done and I wandered back into town, slowly walking past streets and shops and areas of town that had years and years of memories. It felt so bizarre, and felt like such a life time ago that I used to live here and walk these exact same streets.

So that's it for now. I'm all set- I've got my admission time, all my instructions for the day, my drugs and everything. Now I just have a nice relaxing weekend with mum, and then its D-Day!!! EEEEK!