Take this with many grains of narcotics — hell, I have. I will probably fall asleep three or four times while I’m typing this. [ETA: Yes. Yes, I did. I took me well over an hour to write this post and correct my many spelling/grammar/word choice errors. I’m sure I missed a lot. I’m sorry, but NARCOTICS and scopolamine.] So, breast reduction. Ever since I overheard a conversation between my parents about my rapid development, I’ve been a wee bit sensitive about the size of mine. (I was 10-11. Note to parents: when your kids hear their names, they just might be listening from the servants’ staircase.) I was fairly oblivious to it as a teenager, but in my 20s, once the inevitable back/neck/TMJ/tension…