You may want to skip this entry, it's long, doesn't make sense, and is boring...
For some reason, I'm having a hard time writing about this, although I need to get it out. I went in for my follow-up today. 3 months since the exchange surgery. I hardly slept at all last night, because I figured I'd have to fight to get revisions. So I went in and he asked me how I'm doing and I said fine, but I'm not happy. And he said, well, tell me about it. So, I'm so bad with words, I bumble around a bit and finally spit out that I'm concave on top, still have this flat-ness, weird point, creases don't match, weird bumps - it all comes out in a jumble. So he takes a look and pokes and prods and we discuss putting in a silicone gel implant, and what he can and can't fix. whew. Frankly, I think he's happy with the outcome, but *I* am not happy. And he thinks we can do better.
I have to wait until I'm more healed. He said my scar needs to fade - and he gave an explanation that I don't remember. But he said the outcome would be much better if I'm fully healed, less internal scarring. So we are going to do it after the marathon in December. He promised me that we could have it all done, nipples and tattoos by March. He wasn't going to let me move until we're done. :-)
I have a headache. I took pictures last night to show him how awful it was. But the pictures were so very awful, I couldn't bear to print them. The thing is, I've seen worse. I mean, really worse. Why risk it? ----- ugh!
As you can tell, (at least I can tell), I haven't been praying about this and haven't been in the Word, so I'm totally discombobulated. discomboobulated. LOL! I made a funny. Still have a headache though.
Vanity is a weird thing when you are not used to being pretty. You still have a set of standards even though you know you'll never be pretty. So it's disconcerting when you don't even reach the barest minimum standard. It's like living a rotten hair day, all the time.
Okay, time for this post to end. Gotta make the kids do homework...