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on March 25, 2007 4:14 pm
in a weird kind of way. The anticipation and the wonder is part of the process but the waiting is crazy. You go for so long not knowing if you really want this...do you really NEED this...can you get insurance to pay for this and if not, what bank you have to rob to get the money to pay for this...then what surgeon is best...what procedure am I going for...what is the worse part of me to get done first...damn, this is harder than WLS was...why am I going under the knife again...can I really live with this hanging skin and fat and am I being too dramatic about having it removed...have I lost this weight and turned into "one of THEM" now that I am not 387 lbs. anymore...is this a selfish thing...am I talking myself out of something wonderful that I want to do for MYSELF for once....
and the list just keeps on growing!
Well, then you get to the magical place where you're going to do it and everything is in place and you talked to x amount of folks and looked at a cazillion stranger's naked body parts, surgery pics, removed fat, etc. and you have a date. Tic Toc Tic Toc. Damn. Hurry up and wait takes on a new meaning.
A whole different kind of anxiety this plastic surgery thing is. Not like WLS where I felt like I was doing something to SAVE MY LIFE (or at least prolong it). If I didn't have plastics, me ad my sagging gut will somehow find a way to co-exist even if we didn't like each other. So even though I SO WANT THIS - I know it wasn't LIFE THREATENING for me not to have it. The mind is a trip, ain't it? Okay so I may be two or three steps from crazy right now but I'm going forward with this and I can't wait. I so want to be on the road to recovery, it's not even funny. I DREAD being stitched up from "the rooter to the tooter" with this LBL but saying goodbye to that hanging gut, the saddlebags and getting those ripples out of my behind is worth it! I pray it is!
Be the first to leave a comment.and the list just keeps on growing!
Well, then you get to the magical place where you're going to do it and everything is in place and you talked to x amount of folks and looked at a cazillion stranger's naked body parts, surgery pics, removed fat, etc. and you have a date. Tic Toc Tic Toc. Damn. Hurry up and wait takes on a new meaning.
A whole different kind of anxiety this plastic surgery thing is. Not like WLS where I felt like I was doing something to SAVE MY LIFE (or at least prolong it). If I didn't have plastics, me ad my sagging gut will somehow find a way to co-exist even if we didn't like each other. So even though I SO WANT THIS - I know it wasn't LIFE THREATENING for me not to have it. The mind is a trip, ain't it? Okay so I may be two or three steps from crazy right now but I'm going forward with this and I can't wait. I so want to be on the road to recovery, it's not even funny. I DREAD being stitched up from "the rooter to the tooter" with this LBL but saying goodbye to that hanging gut, the saddlebags and getting those ripples out of my behind is worth it! I pray it is!
