Well, I'm a week post op from my last plastics round. Not doing so good this time. I've had some complications but not anything that I can't get through. I had a build up of excess blood and clots in my right leg. I had to go in the day after surgery and have a clot suctioned out of my groin. Lovely, I assure you it was not! Then today I had to go back because I started gushing old blood from the same thigh. It was probably close to a pint of old blood stuck in me. So I have to massage my legs twice a day to get any excess clots out. I will not be doing any more surgery for quite awhile. I only have my arms left, and I'm tried to bulk them up through weightlifting.
I do not regret any of my surgeries. I wish I had never gotten to the point that I needed WLS to lose weight and then having the excess skin afterward. But I just think that because of it all, I'm a better person in the end. I have so much empathy and sympathy for people now. I see obese people on the street and a small part of me wants me to help them, but I know that this is a decision that people have to make for themselves.
I am now over 3 years post-op. It's hard to believe that. It actually feels like a long time ago when in reality it was not. My life have changed significantly since that day I was wheeled into surgery. For better and for worse. I lost a lot along the way. I'm not just talking about weight. But I think in many ways I discovered the real me underneath all that fat.

Ok, I had my Medial Thigh Lift and Breast Implant exchange on Monday October 1st.  Surgery went well. Went home and had to go back the next day because I had what I thought was a rather large hemotoma forming in my groin area. Turned out it was a huge clot of clood and fluid and I had to have it sucked out. He numbed me first and then did some digging around in me. I immediately felt better.

This surgery has kicked my butt.  I can't sit down. Walking is tough. when they split open and filet your thighs!! Think bad Zombie movie walk. Really...it's just like that.  Sitting on the toilet is next to impossible and I feel like sex may never happen again. I don't want anyone going anywhere remotely near my crotch for awhile. I'm not kidding.

On a high note, I finally got my boobs fixed the way I wanted them to be. High, Full projection and soft and natural. I went with the Inamed Cohesive Gels in the 410 FX Model. these puppies are awesome. Very expensive though and since you can only get them through the clinical trials, not available to everyone. He did an awesome job and can't wait for the months to pass by to see my end result. It takes about 6 months for the implants to drop and fluff and stabilize. Not a lot of women know this. You have to be patient with the boobies. they will look funny for awhile but then you will start to see suttle changes as time goes by.

I will state this..I will not be doing anymore plastics for a longgggg time. I am done. Surgery is hard on you physically and mentally. I just started crying the other night for no reason at all. It's the surgery, not me!!!  Makes my hormones nuts, my skin break out and makes me moody. I'm very bitchy right now about a lot of stuff. Can't help it. It's a good thing my boyfriend is patient with me. I told him, you have now seen me at my worst. Hey, he still loves me!!!

I have my 3rd round of plastics and hopefully last round next Monday October 1st. this is it. I still want my arms done, just want to wait ans see if laser technology improves for a non-invasive procedure for arms.

So I'm having a medial Thighplasty and removal of my saline implants and replacement with Gummie Bear implants. I will be apart of the Inamed Cohesive Gel Implant study and will get paid to come in for the next ten years. They will also pay for a MRI if necessary. These are the "Rolls Royces" of implants. Pricey, natural looking and feeling and they have been used in Europe for some time with great success. I have never been happy with my boob job. Mainly because of the shape and feel of them. they did start to sag again. I think I will finally be happy after the implant exchange. Wider in width, contoured and textured to keep them in place.  The thighplasty is gonna be a bitch to deal with. I understand this is the worst of the lot. Yeah, I would leave the most painful for last. I least I know what to expect now. The Lower Trunk lift had some healing issues but I learn to deal with it rather well. I will not rake leaves 8 days after surgery...I promise.LOL

So I go in early monday to the Plastic Surgery Center. I have great faith in my Surgeon. He's fantastic and knows what he is doing!!! He's not the cheapest, but I guess you get what you pay for!!

I have gained some muscle weight. I've been doing some weightlifting in my arms and leg areas. But my size has not changed so that's good. I look healthier now. I think I got too skinny for awhile. My mom was concerned, but you know moms. My boyfriend doesn't complain. Ahh...he's a sweetheart. I think he's my good karma for all the bad things I've suffered. My dark angel, my partner, my love. He is going to care for me for the first few days after surgery. His house is more conducive to rest. My mom was upset that she was not going to have me at home. But between the phone constantly ringing, the dogs barking, Dylan banging the door and the street noise, it's just not restful at all. Besides, I have a king sized bed, a bathroom in short distance an a TV and Laptop at my disposal. Quiet country air will aid in my healing.

So, I had this lady write me the other day telling me that I was selfish for having so much plastic surgery. WTF! It's non of your business lady. This fomer fat chick doesn't give a flying Monkey's ass what you think. and yeah, I am selfish. Selfish enough to cash in some investments so my mom can get cancer treatment not covered by insurance. Selfish enough that I regularly donate time and money to a local wildlife foundation. Selfish enough that I spent ten years, "Yes dearing" a man and sacrificing my career because he wouldn't let me work for a living. Yeah, I'm selfish. I spent ten years unhappy because I gave up everything. It's my turn. So screw you....