Eye candy and a top five list……….

What better way to take my mind off painful boobs and other such mundane matters than daydreaming about my Top Five List of Hot Men, from my sick bed I might add.

This is a list that comes up in conversation quite regularly with me and many friends, but my Top Five pretty much so always remain the same. Ladies (and gents) take a minute and feast your eyes on these devilishly dishy dudes.

In at #5 is John Krazinski, aka Jim Halpert from the US Office. The guy is funny, tall AND hot; whats not to love? He also knows how to wear a suit well. Damn, he looks good.

A navy Prada suit never looked so good.

At #4 we have the cheeky devil that is Adrian Grenier. “Who”? you might ask. Well, Mr Grenier is the very cute, yet scruffy, Vincent Chase in Entourage and also Andy’s boyfriend in ‘The Devil Wears Prada’. Helllo piercing blue-grey eyes.

What can I say, I'm a sucker for the facial hair.

Representing the Irish boys and all things rugby, Tommy Bowe, Irelands Right Wing man, makes it in at #3. That lilting Monaghan accent, his grá for an auld sing song and his cheeky grin is enough to melt any heart. Lets not forget those abs either (be still my beating heart). Plus, your mammy would be only delirah to see you bringing him home for tea.

Living proof that Mermen truly exist.

Keeping with the homegrown buachaillí, we have Niall Breslin at #2. Mullingar man, ex-Leinster player and lead singer with the Blizzards; who has now turned his hand to writing and producing in London town, by they way. This tall drink of water is very easy on the eye and a lovely guy, to boot. Is there any end to Bressie’s gifts and talents?

Lean on me...........

And without further ado we have the #1. Readers, I give you Mr George Clooney. Ever since his Doug Ross days on ER, back in the early 90’s, I have a little place in my heart for the charming prankster that is George.

Dr, I seem to have come over all funny.

This dreamboat seems to only get better with age too. Break me off a piece o’ that.

Look at those baby browns.

And there you have it. I hope this is as much fun to read as it was for me to write. Have a great weekend peoples and until next time, be good.

Emotional roller coaster for one……

To say that Monday was a day of highs and lows wouldn’t even begin to cover things!

There really is nothing quite like kick-starting your day on a high by showing a complete stranger your naked boobies. Ok, ok, he wasn’t exactly a stranger; he was my new surgeon in the Blackrock Clinic and this was my first consultation since I’d been referred to him. Anyways, I’m in the waiting room with the boy and all I can think is ‘I hope his hands aren’t cold’; anything to distract me from the task at hand. No pun intended, I swear.

So, I’m finally called to ‘meet my maker’, (well, he is going to make me new boobs) so to speak, and he turned out be a pleasant, professional gentleman who had a no-nonsense attitude and didn’t pull any punches or sugar-coat the upcoming procedure. After the initial chat was over with, it was time to unleash the puppies.

Seriously though, there’s truly nothing more mortifying and humbling than standing in front of a stranger, topless, letting the girls hang out, wild and free.

With the measuring and photographs done it was time to discuss the pros and cons of the surgery. It’s never a pleasant thing to learn that you run a 1% risk of losing your nipples entirely due to this kind of reduction mammoplasty. It’s probably the one part of the procedure that doesn’t sit too comfortably with me, if I’m honest. Fortunately, the pros more than outweigh the cons and I’m going for it.

I’ve been given a surgery date of Saturday 2^nd October, which is only over 3 weeks away now. That’s just enough time to prepare but not enough time to panic and freak out.

So, following the super-successful appointment in the Blackrock, I then found myself belting it up the M1 towards Drogheda and the Lourdes hospital for my next consultation. This time to meet the ENT surgeon (Ear, Nose Throat), with whom I had a consultation with in March of this year. It was finally time to get my MRI results…..only 6 months late, but hey, who’s counting.

After a 90 minute wait, my name is eventually called and I am greeted politely by another pleasant doctor-type who informs me that my MRI has shown a small growth between my inner ear and my brain. He tells me not to panic, in a calm and reassuring voice. He tells me that the growth seems to be benign but he’s referring me to a Neurosurgeon to check it out. Again, he tells me not to panic.

At this stage I’m having what can only be described as an outer body experience. I can’t believe what I’m hearing and I feel like I’m watching the scenario unfold from above. This is funny in itself as the reason I’m seeing him is due to my lack of hearing in my left ear. As I try to process what I’ve been told, I’m practically whisked out the door with the Neurosurgeons’ details in hand and I’m sent on my way, dazed and confused. So, this, as you can only imagine, is the low to my high

And there you have it. I’m a crock! If I were a horse I’d be in a glue factory by now. Thankfully I’m not and very soon I’ll have new boobs and no more back, shoulder and neck pain.

Just for the hell of it, here’s a song about doctors……thanks to The Blizzards