So I go to the doctor for my sore arm, he refers me to an orthopedic specialist because he thinks it might be a rotator cuff injury (oh joy – shouldn’t that happen to someone who actually rotates her cuff occasionally?), and then, then, he gives me a tetanus shot in the sore arm! What? I go to the doctor for comfort & leave with no new drugs, a referral and MORE pain in my arm?
I’m telling you, there’s no justice in the world. To salve my wounds I decided to go to Victoria’s Secret to torture my arm further by trying on bras. I got fitted by some skinny chick (really cute & nice though) who said that I’m a 36D! D? I used to go without wearing a bra back in the day & now I’m a D? I’m not fooled though – the ginormous bras I got at Pennys are 38B, so obviously Vic is just crazy these days. In any case I spent a ridiculous amount of money for two bras that actually fit, so that’s something. We just won’t tell anyone what size they are – our little secret, ok?
P.S. Dr. M's interview went well - hopefully he'll get called back for a 2nd!