Maddi 
"You know you've got it. But are you getting it?"
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Archive for the 'COSMETIC SURGERY' Category
Sunday, August 10th, 2008
I chose to spend my 38th birthday in the traditional sense; by feeling sorry for myself. Don’t get me wrong. I made sure to enjoy this. Self pity is one of life’s simple luxuries. I slept in till 1 PM, entirely skipping out on my nephew’s Chuckie Cheese Birthday Party. I am sorry, but I am not going into Chuckie Cheese on my birthday. Of course we had left car 2 in town last night, meaning I had to wait for my family to get home before I could go in for my workout. This meant my time was cut short which further pissed me off. Ah, all’s well. Use that fury to get a good workout in. Lifted fairly heavy for my triceps. A total 25 minutes of cardio on the treadmill. My workout ended jogging to "Happy Birthday Cougars" on VH-1. That is what I needed to see. Women 40-50+ still enjoying life…with the help of plenty plastic surgery and 20 vats of botox. Yes, I have a long, happy life of thin, metal needles, filled with spores and injectible fillers to look forward to now. Life is good. Reading a book entitled, "The Marriage Sabbatical". Isn’t that what every mid-life woman needs? Time and space away from her family to figure out who and what she is? I have decided to spend the rest of my life living as though this is my last. What a concept. I will make the next 15 years my very best; living for myself for a change. Accomplishing every goal, fulfilling every fantasy. Had three pieces of sugar-free cake with my family post workout. I laid down, deciding soon after that I wanted to shove my face into the rest of it. Delicious white, creamy, sugar-free frosting and cold, moist, delicious cake becoming one with all the orifices of my face. Blew my nose and enjoyed the rest. Goal one accomplished. What next?
Posted in MISC, TODAY'S WORKOUT, COSMETIC SURGERY
Sunday, July 6th, 2008
I have been thinking about the situation with the mistaken breast implants. I have decided that I do not want to go to my doctor with a suspicion. I want to go to my doctor with proof in hand. "You gave me the wrong sized implant."
The only way I can think of doing this is possibly through sonogram. Does anybody here have experience with sonograms? Can ultrasound waves measure size, and more importantly, volume, within breast structure?
Thanks for any help you can give me.
Posted in MISC, COSMETIC SURGERY
Saturday, July 5th, 2008
I just got done reading a woman’s web-blog at meltingmama.net. With the help of gastric bypass surgery, she and her husband have lost approximately 350+ lbs between the two of them. I didn’t have time to go very far into it, (darned slow loading computer makes every page jump difficult). But there is alot of information there, and a very honest blog about her journey for those of you who are interested.
Sometimes it does seem amazing to me that I both began and ended this journey without weight loss surgery assistance. Although I did not have WLS to recover from obesity, I HIGHLY IDENTIFY with those who have. Living as an obese person has started to become a distant far off dream to me. But the remnants of my experience still remain and will always be a part of me.
Even though I have chosen to make bodybuilding.com my web home, I will admit to sometimes feeling out of place here. Most members here do not understand the path of the obese, or the recovery process from obesity, including the mental/emotional work, and the lasting repurcussions from skin damage.
I hope my place on bodybuilding.com can be one partly of filling that void.
Posted in MISC, RECOVERING FROM OBESITY. MORE THAN OVERCOMERS., COSMETIC SURGERY
Thursday, July 3rd, 2008
With the exception of my new implants that are not new implants, life is going well.
I go full-time on Monday!
That ball is rolling quickly and I am excited!
I am not even going to tell you how long it’s been since I worked full time.
Let’s just say Warrant and White Lion were all the rage, and Baywatch and Beverly Hills 90210 were both in their hey-day.
I have benefits for the first time in my life….EVER!
Including my first ever paid holiday which is tomorrow.
(I have to say something for my boss’ great timing!)
I will also be receiving free medical, monthly flex-time, and a retirement plan.
I feel really good about my decision. I also feel absolutely great physically. I’d say about as good as new.
I took today off from the gym, it being my first day without sutures.
I have this odd fantasy of my skin falling down to my knees while I am running or ellipticaling.
Tomorrow I will be back, and I think I will push things just a bit. Maybe work a little tri’s, as long as it is nothing overhead.
I am speaking new and bigger tits into existence.
I mean, where does a sexy refined lady of 37 have to go to get a set of Jerry Springer knockers?
Looking at the old cover of one of my Flex Magazines, I see this title.
”A HUGE NEW YOU IN 12 WEEKS!”
The OCD in me, working to my benefit, says, yeah.
In 12 weeks Doc Beautiful will fix his mistake. And at no cost to me.
In 12 weeks I will have the Ms Marvel breasts of my dreams.
San Kalpa.
Posted in MISC, BOOBS, ALIEN ENCOUNTERS, COSMETIC SURGERY
Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008
Ooh, kindof tired tonight. A big 20 minutes on the treadmill today. Yes, it was my second day back at the gym. I feel like such an old fart or a beginner with my little walking routine. Still, I am banned from weights, and just had my stitches removed today. So what’s a girl to do? I did cheat and do 8 sets for my biceps yesterday. I was pulled over there by an invisible force called lack of self control. I focused on the bicep and made sure not pull any pectorals into the action. Today I went to the doctor with my folder full of pictures in hand. In a bikini and in flesh alone. In some pictures, the former implants look even bigger than the ones I have today. Still I got to his office and I backed down. I took off my clothes, stood naked before him, and I didn’t say a peep. I like this man. I have my little school girl crush on this older, sophisticated, attractive, very vascular forearmed, highly successful gentleman. I have dreams of him taking me overseas. I have visions of him adopting me and making me his pygmalion project. So how in the world can I accuse him of giving me the wrong sized implants? But there it sits….the answer is as plain as my chest and the pictures to prove it. I am in a quandry. Here is how I am choosing to look at it. (And all of such matters is a choice in life.) I can look at it as "Why me"? Or I can look at it as a lesson learned. LADIES…Always ask to see your implants before you are put out for surgery. This way there is never a question or a doubt in your mind. Also, I have to ask myself. Why did I attract this? What do I have personally to learn from this? And even better yet…what GOOD will come from this? I know something good will come from this. Now it is just a question of seeing what and when.
Posted in MISC, BOOBS, COSMETIC SURGERY
Tuesday, July 1st, 2008
Now that the swelling has gone down, I am more convinced than ever that I got the wrong implants!
I am slightly paranoid by nature, so have been getting second and third opinions from the family.
They all agree.
My breasts are exactly the same size they were after my first breast augmentation.
Here is what I think happened. This is my second time with this doctor. The secretary who looked in my file for size of implants to order, mistook my first order of implants for my second. An easy enough mistake for someone who is not looking closely enough.
Meaning that instead of the 800 cc size that I requested, I got the same 600 cc size as before.
So the doctor is doing his work on the surgery table. Flips me over from the thigh lift, removes my old implants, asks the nurse to hand over the new ones, and woops….there they are.
600 cc’s….the exact same thing as before.
What is a doctor to do but finish his job?
He obviously can’t leave me there empty and deflated to wake up on the table can he?
So the doctor gulps, hesitates only momentarily, and then fills the implants as full as he can without turning them into round hard balls.
He zips me back up.
She’ll never know the difference.
But I do.
^^ BEFORE AND AFTER ^^
Both pictures were taken post-op 2-3 weeks after surgery. The left in July of 2006, the right July 2008.
There is supposed to be a 260 cc increase, which would increase both projection AND diameter. Yet my breasts appear exactly the same.
?????
Posted in MISC, COSMETIC SURGERY
Thursday, June 26th, 2008
Too much bedrest made me bored. I chopped off my hair. Much glad to be rid of it.
Nothing much to lose. Just a bunch of split ends.
I do confess, my implants look far better on the inside.
Still not exactly what I wanted, but what’s that they say?
3 X the charm?
AND now that I have gotten all of THAT off of my chest,
I promise dear friends,
genteel readers,
my blogs will return to the former glory of GUTS and IRON in no time flat.
As it is, I am bored.
No work, no workouts. Nothing to do.
(Which is not altogether a bad thing.)
I go back to the real world on Saturday when I return to work for the first time.
I have also been ok’ed by my doctor to begin walking the treadmill on Monday.
Other than that, no workouts for 4 more weeks.
4 weeks and 4 days to be exact.
And yes, I am counting the minutes.
(…precious seconds…)
I am going to kiss that iron.
Posted in MISC, BOOBS, COSMETIC SURGERY
Wednesday, June 25th, 2008
One free Met-Rx bar goes to the first person who can tell me what this is.
Ok, I will admit I lied. I already ate the Met-Rx Bar. (They’re so darned yummy.)
But if you were one of the mensa few who took a gander at the above picture and declared,
“Hey! Those are Maddi’s tits!” …then you would be CORRECT.
DING! DING! DING! DING!
Yes, I went to see my (oh so handsome) surgeon today, and he asked if I would like to have my old breasts back.
Now, how this man knew I was the sort of lady that would like to have her former breasts presented to her in a tupperwear container, I can never imagine.
Maybe, it’s that goofy grin of mine.
See, implants are really not so big. My formers, even being a size deluxe, were not much more than a handful.
What is truly hilarious to me is the cost of these thin plastic bags of water. $500 apiece, or $1000 if you want a set.
Eventually the doctor said, the water within will dissipate, leaving me with 2 empty sacks of nothing.
“Ah, just like my natural breasts,” I told him.
So what will I do with these little wonder packets of sublime joy, you ask?
I am thinking of selling them on Ebay or Craigslist to the highest bidder.
If you ever wanted to feel my breasts,…
..here’s your chance.
Posted in MISC, BOOBS, COSMETIC SURGERY
Monday, June 23rd, 2008
I gave the last of my pain pills to my cousin who had a toothache this afternoon, and I stopped icing my breasts this morning. Here’s to life returning to normal.
Had my second shower in a week (lol) and found myself in a bit of a pickle.
The doctor put tape around my incisions (which frankly, are a bit like Frankenstein). They extend all the way around my back and loop around the front. I have been wearing what they call a compression garment. This helps with wound healing and makes the scar turn flat. Only I forgot to ask the doctor whether I start wearing this before or after my stitches are removed.
So I have been wearing this garment night and day since Friday. Today in the shower, letting the warm clean water wash over me (refreshing)…I began to remove the tape from the stitches. Only,…the darned tape wouldn’t unstick. I was pulling on my incisions, and sure enough, right at the very beginning, I started to open up.
So I am standing there, bleeding in the shower, with just only 2 centimeters of tape removed. And about 80 centimeters to go.
Being that I am very healthy, I pressed on the incision, which closed and clotted easily enough. Then I just let that water run,… nice and warm over my tape, for a good 15 minutes.
I began to pull,…..ever so hesitantly, ever so gently.
The rest of the tape came off without a problem.
Hubbie says my scars look like a magician’s apprentice, who got cut in half, in a magic trick gone awry.
I told him to disappear.
Posted in MISC, LOVE AND MARRIAGE, COSMETIC SURGERY
Sunday, June 22nd, 2008
I have been very tired and perhaps even slightly feverish today. My body is working overtime to stave off infection and wound heal. Settling into it’s own skin you might say. So I lay and I rest. I rest and I lay some more.
I am still on antibiotics, which runs out tomorrow. Same for the pain pills. As with last time, I can’t say I have had any pain. Only some discomfort. I have a low pain thresh-hold, so this is quite a testimony. Though I believe the degree of weight training and cardio I do has prepared my body to withstand alot.
You know, I never feel more myself in life than when I am training, lifting weights, doing cardiovascular work on a day to day basis. Great physical health is such a kick in the pants. What a wonderful lifestyle. I would rather die than have it any other way.
Here’s to a long life of lifting. Here’s to lifting for a lifetime.
Posted in MISC, COSMETIC SURGERY
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