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....