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I've always wanted to visit Boston.

Wasa is always right! :biggrin1:

That is why I have just had a face lift. I got to goal and started looking my age.

Your success makes all of us feel better about having chosen the Lapband. Keep your sig exactly as it currently is.

Thanks, kid. This last few weeks have been a bitch. Hurray for narcotics!!!!

Well, none of these questions are too personal given that I was the one who introduced the topic, girl. And I am happy to pass along my hard won knowledge to my sisters. Lemme tell ya that this face lift was the most painful stunt Green has ever pulled during her entire life! I normally bounce back very quickly from operations provided that the nice doctors do the right thing on the pain management front. TLBC was really decent on that front. The demerol served me well and I had some to spare which I used for visits to the dental hygienist. And, boy, were we ever disappointed when my supply finally ran out! (I have very sensitive teeth, eh!) I had had a mini-face lift done by the same surgeon who has done my latest work almost 9 years ago and he had done a superb job from which I had quickly recovered. This mini-face lift has served me well over the years and this is why I returned to him when I wanted more work done. The mini-face lift, by the way, consisted of excavating my jawline, giving me a pair of lips, and smoothing out the lines which run between the nose and mouth. All of this was done through micro-surgery techniques and it was terrifically successful and it remained looking good! When I went to see him this time he told me that I would need the full monty: eye work, a brow lift, my chubby cheeks (which ironically have always made me look kind of juvenile) shifted (a big job, he said), and then there were additional tweakages. My neck had become a little stringy since my weight loss and the skin on my face was no longer sitting quite as tight to the underlying meat. And I wanted my lips tweaked and my smoker's upper lip creases gone. He could certainly do all of this for me he said but this would entail 7 hours of operation time and the cost would be just short of $25,000. Now, this surgeon has a high media profile in Toronto and he is considered to be one of the best in the city. I could have saved perhaps 10 grand but my feeling is that when it comes to your face, you must be prepared to pay. You cannot hide mistakes which are made on your face. (On the other hand I have always worn cheap underwear.....) So my first piece of advice is to choose your surgeon and his team wisely. My second piece of advice is to understand that this is gonna hurt real bad and that you will feel lousy for a long time. Understand, too, that this is an expensive undertaking. You cannot cut corners unless you are willing to risk living the rest of your life in a niqab. You will need a supportive mate, one who thinks that it is kinda amusing when he sees you looking like an alien. When my husband came to pick me up the following morning my head was swollen to twice the size, my eyes were swollen shut, and I had an array of drainage shunts dangling from my head. Each of these terminated in plastic catch basins which were half-full of unsavory personal fluid which were slowly leaking out of my head. It was a good thing that my dh has a good sense of humour. I know that my dad would never have been able to deal with this kind of presentation. He was, like me, a real squeamish cat. I didn't bother looking at myself for over a week, you know. Anyhow, I was operated on Monday, Sept 24, a year after my successful lapband operation. The experience has been a brute even though I have received excellent care from both my husband and the surgical team. And now, to top things off, I have caught a bluddy cold and this has pitched me right back in bed again. On the positive side: between the splendid results of the lapband surgery and the face work my husband thinks that I look splendid. He has been spending some months now telling me how skinny I am; now his latest refrain is that I look like a movie star. Of course the dude is very fond of me and is prone to exaggeration but still......when your face is still some what swollen, and you still have an array of fading bruises as well as a collection of scabs which are hidden under your hairline and which are yours for the picking, flattering words mean a helluva lot!!! And yes, I can go out in public and know that I look good. I cannot, however, eat in front of anyone without blowing it. You see, my mouth still doesn't work properly. Watching Green drink or ingest her nosh is a truly repellent experience unless you have raised infants or have cared for the very old. Anyhow, truth be told, I think that I likely will be awfully pleased with this decision once I recover from all of this. I am starting to look much better. It is simply that this vanity work is the most physically taxing and the most painful which Green has ever endured. Think hard about how committed you are to having a face lift and then, should you elect to have one, do the research and get yourself the best. Any of you who are interested in more info on my surgeon, etc are welcome to PM me.

At home I am always barefoot, braless, and I wear either leggings or baggy linen or cotton pants with a big cotton T or sweater or a big linen shirt. I sleep in either a size 5x cotton shirt or fine white cotton night gowns. These kind of night gowns are hard to find these days. You have to go to those stores which sell romantic, dreams of Victorian days type of clothing to find them. They are made in India. I like them because they are made of pure cotton and have no carton characters on 'em. But before I wear anything I have to cut the label out; those bluddy things have edges which cut human flesh. During the winter I wear a lot of black and during the summer I wear a lot of white. This is because I am a Winter and very few colours look good on me. I make up for this by having a colourful house. Well, there is more information about me than you wanted to know! I guess I've got coffee fingers this ayem.

It's them bluddy bogans!

Interesting post. I never liked Russell Crowe...and now I know why. Thanks, eh. :bounce:

Oh! I'm quite fond of semicolons. Does this means I oughta change my literary ways?

Worksnipe, hahahaha........

Hah! Not yet but thanks for asking, grrl. Right now I am in the middle of recovering from a face lift. This has got to be the most painful stunt I have ever done in my entire life................! My acid R seems to have calmed down which is a good thing. But I do have a cold.:sick This is not helping my recovery from having had my entire face ripped off and then reapplied in a different spot. Oh, ergh!!!!:help: My appetite is ruined and I am losing even more hair. Green is a very stupid woman. And my upper arms and legs are all old lady wrinkly from having lost lots o weight. Like plastic Barbie, I only look good with all my clothes on. :heh: Only in my case I can smuggle drugs by clothes-pegging the stuff between the folds of my brand new extra arm and thigh skin. Green is not a happy grrl at the moment. :help: She is kind of a dumbass. :eyebrows:

Howzabout worksnipe???? This is why I took early retirement. :heh:

I think that this is a very valuable and interesting thread. We are discussing an interesting question and I don't believe that anyone is treading too heavily on anyone else's heels. Indeed, it is discussions of this nature which keep me coming back to LBT instead of living inside my fridge. As for Lawanda Jessica, I do hope that she doesn't feel that she is being run out of town. She is a welcome part of the LBT family. As you all know, Lee4 was given considerable grief by a number of individuals on this site because neither his own communication skills nor his understanding of politically correct lingo were among the standard skill set. The way I have always seen it with respect to Lee4 is that he is certainly hors de norm as the French would say but I also felt that he is certainly not someone who merited the vilification which he received from certain members of LBT. Lawanda Jessica is another individual who risks being run off this community. This is because, although she has chosen to engage with the rest of us, her chosen literary style is elliptical, not academic. This has distressed certain fellow members and they are prepared to give her grief. I don't think that this is honourable or fair. You see, this is an open forum and that is the fun, the value, and the interest which this site holds for all of us, both the active members and the lurkers.

Oh, yah. This is a big problem for all of us. Now that I fit into normo sizes I still have to deal with this badness. My experience of this is as follows: I find myself poking about the racks looking for long-sleeved cotton Ts or sweaters, ones in acceptable colours, but then find that I am ambushed by a bunch of stuff which has all been messed up with a mix of advert for the designer and inane material silkscreened onto it. I don't want to be a corporate billboard. And I am also aware that hipness can only be personal, not store-bought. I guess my response would be, that is if I was still in my 20s, to buy some of these corporate creations and then mark these items up before wearing them. This activity is called graffiti. You might want to get some of your friends involved in the fun. What Green is suggesting is kind of counter culture and is also quite creative. Ya could have a lot of fun. Now, if you do decide to go ahead with this exercise and take back the t-shirt, evil Green sure would appreciate some feedback. :bounce:

Gathering above the boob line is only going to make a big grrl look even bigger. This style is works well for a very thin, flat-chested chick and nobody else. It is a style which could be added into the Hide My Anorexia From My Family line of clothing.

Yah, that was my problem, too. I like very plain, elegant, chic clothes in adult colours (no pink or baby blue for this grrl), in linen, cotton, leather, wool, silk, or cashmere. I want no sequins, glitter, nor cute appliquees. I want nothing which reminds me of Disney World and I do not want to see flowers or gamboling kittens or puppies on my clothing. Avoiding these clothing disasters is damn tough when you live in Canada. Once you are fat there is this assumption on the part of either the manufacturers or the store buyers that you have either bad taste, old lady taste or infantile tastes. My favourite looks are the Katharine Hepburn and Audrey Hepburn thing. Try to find those kind of clothes in the fatty section of any store in Canada. :help: I guess I sound very bitter but to tell you the truth I have been ranting about this for a number of years now. Then I heard about the band and even though I was one of the lower BMI folks and I had to pay my own freight (as one does up here in Canada) I jumped at the opportunity to shed my hated big grrl skin. This has worked out well for me personally but I still feel like I want to fight for clothes' dignity for other over-weight Canucks - you Americans seem to get much better treatment than we do, eh, but I would be willing to include you in my bellyaching.

When mispronounced French words appear in commercials this drives me right around the twist. The advert campaign for the movie Moulin Rouge never failed to make me grind my teeth in fury. (FYI the sound for the French "in" as in Moulin is always pronounced like a nasal an as in the word "and" - and not ever like a nasal on.) Come to think about it, the campaign behind the movie Chocolat also bothered me big time; the terminal "t" is not supposed to be pronounced, you see. I have no problems with regular folk mangling language, of course. It is when a multi-million dollar campaign does that I get quite pissed off. Afterall, they've got the dollars to get it right.

I thought "workship" was real cute. I thought that was what workoholics did. :bounce: Some linguistic mistakes can be awfully charming even if they are only typos.

Yah, I've got to confess that The Caps Gang Do Drive Me Nutz, TOO!:eek::wacko: Why do they do it? I often wonder to myself.

Yep, it is Hell being fat and wanting to look good if you live in Canada!!! And this is true even if you live, as I do, in Toronto - Canada's largest city. What we are offered are ugly, out of date, fussy clothes in ugly colours made out of synthetic blends. I figure the synthetic blends are an added bit of sadism: let's watch the fatties sweat in their plastic clothes! And as for having drag queen sized feet - which I've got! - forget about finding cute shoes and boots for a reasonable price. Pretty shoes seem to end at size 9.5. The biggest reason I wanted the band was straight vanity. I wanted to be able to buy nice clothes again. And thanks to the band I have been successful. I can shop in the normo stores. :whoo: It's too bad about my giant feet, though.

This is a very interesting article. Thanks for posting it.

Mandi, you look fabulous! Congratulations from Green. And congratulations on putting together the fund raiser for the animals.

I flew to Mexico and back to Toronto without any problems at all.

Yah, my mate will wash the dishes (our dishwasher is broken) but never, ever wipes down the counter tops. It is the same when he makes coffee; he leaves lots of spilt grounds around the coffee maker. I don't rag on him, though, because he is doing part of the work. I guess this is what they mean when they talk about sharing the housework, eh.