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Most of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys were stolen while he was passed out.  Well, Read on>   While the kidney story was an urban legend, this one is not.  It's happening everyday.................................

My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago.  It was just that quick.  I went to sleep in my body and woke up with someone else's thighs.   The new ones had the texture of cooked oatmeal.  Who would have done such a cruel thing to legs that had been mine for years?   Whose thighs were these and what happened tomine?   I spend the entire summer looking for my thighs.  

Finally, hurt and angry I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans and Sheer Energy pantyhose.  The, Just when my guard was down, the theives struck again. 

My butt was next,  i knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear end to the thighs they stuck with me earlier.   I couldnt believe that my new butt was attached at least three inches lower than my original.  Now, my rear complemented my legs, lump for lump.   Frantic, I prayed that long skirts would stay in fashion.

It was two years ago when I realized my arms had been switched.   One morning I was fixing my hair and I watched horrified but fascinated as the flesh of my upper arms swung to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush.   This was really getting scary.   My body was being replaced one section at a time.   How clever and fiendish. 

Age?   Age had nothing to do with it.   Age is supposed to creep up,  unnoticed, something like maturity.  NO, I was being attacked repeatedly without warning.   In despair, i gave up my T-shirts.   What could they do to me next?   My poor neck suddenly disappeared faster than the Thanksgiving turkey it now resembled.   

That is why I decided to tell my story.  I can't take on the medical profession by myself.  Women of the world wake up and smell the coffee.  That really isn't plastic those surgeons are using.  You KNOW where they are getting those replacement parts, don't you!   The next time you suspect someone has had a face "lifted",  look again.   Was it lifted from you?

This is not a hoax.  This is happening to women in every town every night. 

WARN YOUR FRIENDS !!!
PS  I must say that last year i thought that someone had stolen my breasts.  I was lying in bed and they were gone!  As i jumped out of bed, I was relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept. 

Now i keep them hidden in my waistband!

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  I had my one month follow-up visit with Dr.  Syn today.  He is my bariatric surgeon.  

 I had lost 32 pounds – which is what I had estimated on my scale also. He had wanted me to lose 27 by the end of the first month, so I am right on target.  

He said that I was looking great and that things were progressing as planned.  

He said to come back in 2 more months by which time he would like to see me lose 20 more pounds.  

My wound is just a little 4 inch line down the middle of my tummy – looks great – should heal up nicely to be just a little white line.  

I have not felt “great” over the past week or two but I kept laying it off that I had just had surgery and probably needed to rest more or eat more or whatever – I just kept making “reasons” and “excuses”  for how I felt -  but, finally figured out that my blood pressure was too low and was dropping when I stand up – so, I stopped my blood pressure meds (toprol 50  and maxzide) and I feel better today than I have in a week or two.  

All I could think about before was wanting to lay down.

 I didn’t know my b/p was too low – all I knew was that I felt like crap.  

Finally, I was like – DUH! 

So, I had a friend take a lying and standing b/p for me and I was dropping considerably.  

I talked with Dr.  Syn about this at my appointment today – and told him that I have an appointment with my cardiologist next week anyway – he said to continue to hold my b/p meds until that appointment (obvious!)

 So,

 Besides all of that medication rigmarole – all is well.  

My eating is going well.

 Mostly trying to concentrate on getting my protein in first, a few veggies and a tiny bit of fruit – I can still only eat about 3 fl oz @  one time. I have some small Dixie cups that are 3 oz so, I mostly eat out of those – I am still not feeling hunger or fullness, so, I am afraid that I am going to overeat and throw up – I am scared to death to throw up since I had surgery, so, I am still measuring all of my food.  

I can only say that I wish I had felt as well the past couple of weeks as I do now. 

I called in yesterday – since all I could think about was laying down And I had class today – and I have class again tomorrow – so, hopefully by Thursday when I go back to work I will be on top of my game (for a change).

 Bobby has definitely noticed a change in my appearance – said that he thinks I am getting skinnier from the top down – I know what he means – I actually told Dr.  Syn that I didn’t see breast reduction as a risk of the surgery – he laughed – but it’s true – had to break out the wonder bra today.  

I was driving to church Sunday and Devin said that he thought I looked like I was shrinking – he said that my arms looked too small, Sean said that he like the “old cuddly” mommy better – I told him that even though I was getting smaller – I would still be cuddly. He smiled.  Devin told Sean “mommy looks like a Babe”  they both laughed – so did I  

Kids are so funny!  Makes you wonder what they think about doesn’t it!   

So, I guess that some of the results are noticeable – but, I am still primarily focused on what and when I am supposed to eat and take my vitamins etc – maybe in a couple of months  I will be more about the wt loss than I am right now – still trying to “get over myself”  

Much love – thanks for all of your notes and calls –I appreciate your interest and concern. 

Love, Kim
please see updated photos