I finally got around to asking Doc H if he would make some time in his schedule to accompany me to consult with a plastic surgeon.
"I want to try botox... and while I'm there, I might as well get some information on getting my boobs lifted."
He had a look of disbelief on his face. "Botox? Don't get botox! Botox makes women look scary!" He mentions a co-worker whose face looks like Lake Placid, and can't even close her eyes when she sneezes.
I assure him that's a case of a bad botox job. I don't want much. Plus, it's temporary. He still thinks it's a bad idea.
Well, doesn't he want to hear what the surgeon has to say about the lift?
"Oh, that's what this is all about. You're going under the guise of botox, but really want a lift..."
"No, I really want the botox." He grunts. "Well, can you at least give me a referral to a plastic surgeon?"
"NO!!!" A look of disgust come over his face. "I don't any of my colleagues handling or slicing your boobs! That's just weird."
Oh. He's right. That would be a little awkward.
::: sigh :::
Anyone want to recommend a great plastic surgeon to me?