DeLarla

Some people fly through the process like a dentist visit. Others have a rougher time. Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get. I went back to work 4 days later but got sent home after 2 hours. I ended up taking almost a week off due to horrible diareah and a disgusting general overall feeling of bluch blah blug pooh! As an assistant, you probably know that surgeons schedule "surgery days" so you will most likely meet your new fellow band family. Find out in advance if your surgeon is doing several people that day. If so, tell him you are really freaked out and beg to go first. Once you get rigged up in your hospital gown, bed and IV, the hours move very, very slowly. If he does a batch of people that day, you'll bond with great folks going through the same thing. If you don't go first you get the benefit of seeing your new friends going before you. I did well immediately after surgery, while the toughest girl had bad dry heaves for hours. I got up and walked immediately, others stayed in bed longer. There were 6 in the hospital with me, and each had a different story. I was lucky and went immediately, but my friend Francesca sat in her IV all day as other people went before her. Make sure to travel very light. One tote-bag is enough. I brought chapstick and extra undies but wore the same baggy clothes to and from. I did bring a brand new pair of pink fuzzy bootie socks for comfort. I wore them walking the halls and everyone loved them, and something tiny like that helps to keep cheerful. Plan in advance for what you'll wear the weeks following surgery. No pants that are tight or binding. Dresses, sweats, SCRUBS! You're lucky! When they first wake you from the anesthesia, you might grab your doctor's butt like I did. I always remind the surgeon to put a muzzle on me since I'm a helpless flirt that wakes up hitting on the surgical staff. Good luck to you. I keep thinking I see "tapioca" under your name. What are the initials for?

Bobalooy, you are right, that was poor advertising on my part. I should have told you the Rabbit Pearl is for girl parts. But trust me, you don't want to get me started unless you want to find something special just for you in your mail box. Now you better beat me to your user profile and make sure your address isn't listed, or I WILL make amends! The customer is always right! "I'd rather have tulips on my organ than roses on my piano."

I'm Renebean's stalker. I want to be Lisabean. Why didn't I think of that?

Put you off your milk? Is that one of them UK sayings? Is it a good thing or a bad thing.

Boy, a girl really has to chose her words carefully around here! Bobalooey, get out of the grave and imagine them alive and healthy. Does that help?

Welcome to my life (my old one.) Your story is very common. I've been through hell and back working for "the man." Right now life is awesome, I finally found a lawfirm that let's me combine my analytical mind and organizational skills with the kid inside me. But back in my hell days, there were limited options for me, so I had to put up with a lot of abuse. I consider it abuse and harrassment. Going to HR never helped because it always blew up in my face. I was desperate because my health was deteriorating (insomnia, anxiety, depression, weight gain.) I finally wrote a couple anonymous letters. I chose my words carefully and made sure nobody saw me. Eventually the letters got into the right hands. Things got ugly for a long time with people being pulled into private meetings. Eventually a couple people quit, one got fired, then finally the boss himself was laid off. The same thing happened to my sister, but she exploded in the open and ended up getting the boss fired and getting an apology letter from Time Warner offering her whatever she wanted. You are not alone. My friend Jennifer had the same psycho boss. We each had our reasons for not quitting, but she came over crying every night after work. Then one day she showed up in shock. She was ghost white and couldn't talk because when she got to work, her boss had committed suicide. I don't really have suggestions, but please know that you are not alone and that there is always light at the end of a tunnel.

Would you post a naked picture for us to see what you're talking about? I love the funny men around here. You guys need to start more threads. Go check out my Fun Threads for ideas, then start some man humor around here! You made my day, too!

Jim Morrison as he was writing, "When You're Strange."

How about this weekend? I'll pretend I don't know. Infaith, you don't have to have a Band. Anywhere in the pre-during-post stage will do!

Francesca, is that you answering, or is Dave hiding out in LBT lately? This is the perverted sex thread. We are evil sinners that enjoy orgasms. I was going to stop participating because I thought I said everthing that needed to be said, but then I got 3 more PMs cheering me on and asking for more. So, have you had your orgasms today?

Pianoman, please log your underwear or lack thereof on the correct underwear thread. Thank you. Sorry, but I accidently clicked on the sex thread. I thought it said, "Library."

I have some polka dot panties that remind me of Baskin Robins. I'll tie them on a stick and wave them at the bus depot. That's how you'll know it's me.

I don't suppose I'm allowed to go? Should I mention the $5.00 admission includes all you can eat? Big, deep, sigh... let it go, Lisa. Just let it go.

Damn, I wanted to wear my black & pink polka-dot thong today but Mother Nature showed up. Now I have to dig through my drawer for some "Period Panties." They're the brand new panties that fit like Heaven but got smudged last month, so if I get caught in an ambulance with stained panties they'll just think it's from my current flow. Always thinking!

We'll be here waiting. Great luck to you.

I'm DYING here because I know damn well that everyone that hasn't posted is wearing some really scary underwear today. Do NOT... I repeat, Do NOT leave the house wearing them. There comes a time, and the time is now, so throw them away and go commando if you must, but please ladies, get rid of that underwear!

I haven't had the interest to read enough about Kirk or Nietz, however, in the spirit of keeping MY thread alive, what are are your thoughts on the drunken existentialist, Kerouac? I kinda gel with the guy (wasn't he naked when he wrote the book?) How does that song go? "Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll, Are All Alright for Me....."

I'm too stupid for my own thread now. Thanks, Francesca. Go start your own braniac thread and leave us Pollocks alone. (I can say that, I'm 100%.) And I say it with forbidden Coca Cola shooting out of my nose.

"Our model, Irene, is also sporting a lovely industrial-strength black girdle and support stockings by Loves." I just "tried" taking a business call and started choking trying not to laugh over this... I'm going to make it into a T-shirt and bumper sticker for my bike helmet!

I swear, I think this thread is making me cry harder than any others. You girls need to be sending me some of that sexy underwear!

Kelly PM'd me last night asking if she could stay with me... if anyone sees her floating down the street, please tell her the key is still under the rock. Kel, come on home, Baby.

I'm wearing a grey thong that's too small but feels good. I chose grey because I'm wearing black and slate blue, so grey blends with both. I wish I had better underwear. Does anyone know where to get good plus-size thongs other than Avenue or Layne Bryant? Now that I've lost weight, regular underwear feels like diapers. I got to answer honestly because I started this thread, but I know some of you have holes and stretched out elastic. Fess up.

Thank you, Jersey Sister! Voodoo & Sachi live for the park, and this thread got them there. But in defense of my lack of "exercise," I've burned more calories in the past month than any aerobics class could do. Before I leave, my house has to be clean, so that's several hours of aerobic activity. Then I load my truck full (think moving van) and do traveling shows. Then I unload and stand on my feet several hours doing demos, packing boxes, etc. Then I reload the truck, then unload at home. I do all my own inventory, shopping, packing, running to post office, etc. By the end of the day my feet look like throbbing cartoon baloons. Today was just a bonus... walked to park, did stomach crunches, arm weights, yada yada. My verb: Party, it burns fat!

Rendered speechless for a change. Standing up, huge round of applause not only for the phenomenal progress you've made, but for your honest inspiration. Fabulous.

This is a really interesting thread for me. Many years ago I used to attend regular OA meetings (Overeater's Anonymous.) There was an amazing Hundred-Pounder meeting, even though I was only 50 pounds overweight back then. Other meetings were filled with skinny bulimics and anorexics. I actually felt like an outsider. I wasn't one of the anorexics, and I didn't belong in the 100 pounder meeting. That's when I learned how to barf. Soon I was bulimic and fit in, and then I ended up in the hospital after fainting from malnourishment (it was a very proud moment indeed.) Then started the therapy to stop starving, binging, purging. Then I got married and eventually became a hundred pounder myself. There's a message here... be careful what you wish for! Thanks for starting this thread. I'm in! I haven't lost 100 pounds yet, but I'm not dead yet either so there's still hope.