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The forces of Politickal Korrectness have been active in Ontario, Canada for some years now. We certainly are a multi-cultural society but it is also true that many of the original and still dominant folkways of our culture do involve Christian-based activities: Christmas and Easter are and have always been big celebrations in both Canadian and American culture. They are also holidays which have long since joined the category of cultural folkways since many, if not most people choose to Celebrate these paid breaks from work in an entirely secular fashion; they do this by eating well, decorating trees, swapping presents, and eating chocolate eggs and rabbits. As you can see, these two holidays have come to be secular holidays and devout Christians are none too happy about that. Of course these holidays were originally pagan holidays and had been co-opted by that new cult, Christianity, as it was seeking to expand and draw in new converts. But none of this matters anymore. In the paranoid, politikally korrect state which Ontario, Canada has become the state will resort to goofiest of measures to avoid mentioning such words as Christmastime or Christmas holidays. School teachers always suffer the most during these annual games of it's not Christmas and it's not Easter.

Ha ha. I have received a lot of comments on my loss of weight over the past year. Many folk want to know if I am well. They blurt this out without showing any sensitivity and this makes me feel badly for those of us who have lost weight due to illness. People do notice. Although I was one of the lower BMI bandsters people sure did notice and I found this to be a mixed blessing. It is nice to know that people notice that you are losing a little weight. It is horrible being treated like a former freak of the week who has suddenly been judged as one who has managed to miraculously re-enter the human race due to pounds shed. I was a lower BMI. I didn't really think that anyone noticed. It seemed that everyone did. That hurt a lot.

I thought I would give you all an update on my major facial surgery. As I believe I have already mentioned, since my surgery (which took place 2 Mondays ago) my life has been one filled with suffering, humiliation, and regret. But now I am at the point where I don't have to rely on the major pain meds anywhere near as much as I used to and much of the swelling and bruising has diminished. My head is now in the land of normoloid. My eyes still do give me the allure of a grrl who has Down's Syndrome. This comment is certainly not meant to be construed as an insult to anyone. Those individuals who do have Down's Syndrome do tend to be much nicer and happier folk than that the nasty, sour, cynical, and cranky Green. I also have bruising around the neck; in fact I do look like I survived a strangulation attempt. Indeed my neck and head have been covered with bruises, swellings, a grotesque array of spectacular shunts and drains. What is the effect of all of this? Well I chose a team which is top of the line and yet I will confess that I found myself sinking into a state of near panic (good drugs will never allow a grrl to skid into straight into Panic City). The surgery was awful. The first few days of my recovery were a nightmare. I was near blind, thanks to the blepharoplasty, and I hurt so awful bad. On the plus side was that the surgeon and his team were on my case. They were monitoring me daily. This was stressful when I was feeling my worst: I wanted to be left the hell alone. I am now on my way to recovery. I seem to have lips, something which was not available on either my maternal nor my paternal side of the family. This is cool. I did ask for a set of lips. It also seems that I might just end up with cheekbones, something which has never been part of the genetic deck of Green ancestors on either side. I am still oh so sore and I am certainly not ready to leave the house except in Muslim drag but today I did show up at the clinic in order to have my final stitches removed. I've been looking forward to this. I can't wash my hair all that easily and I sure as hell am tired of sleeping in the pharoah position. My head hardware, a mix of staples and basteing thread, has been driving me nuts for some days now. I have even been picking at scabs and this is absolutely verboten. It seems that messing about with scabs can lead to scars. This is where Green confesses that she has always been a fiddle-fingers and that she used to claw at her chicken poxies. Anyhow, it seems that I am now doing a fine job of recovering from this truly horrible surgical experience. My post-op nurse has declared that she is truly pleased with my progress. I have told her that she has been a fine and sensitive companion throughout the trauma that one experiences when one choses to lose one's face in order to find oneself plunged into New Youth & Cuteness. This can only happen once one leaves the Land of Pain, Personal Humiliation, and Fear. So it seems that the swelling is going down and the bruising is disappearing. "You're doing good,' says Nurse Lori. "You're doing real good." "Aw, gosh, thanks!" says me. I like to feel that I am a star pupil. And then I ask her, "hey, it seems that I have cheek bones now. Do ya think they are going to stick? "Ya know, my family was actually quite attractive but both sides were entirely difficient in both cheek bones and lips. It sure would be fun to have cheekbones and lips, wouldn't it?" :eek:

LadyHR, it strikes me that you better get a defill ASAP. And the recommendation for the anti-nauseant meds to be in the form of suppositories is an excellent one. I know that I have mentioned this before but in France certain prescription meds do come in the form of suppositories and this makes sense - so much easier on the digestive tract, eh? Indio, it strikes me that you are making wonderful headway with your weight loss and the band. Congratulations. And thank you for being so supportive of and interested in the rest of us. As for you ladies who are suffering from ruined lower joints, etc, I think that it is fantastic that you have hopped aboard the bandwagon and that you are investigating water-based exercises. I had an overweight friend who had initially ruined her knee in a workplace accident. You know how these things go: the more immobilized you are from your initial injury the more you gain weight and this immobilizes you still further and so you gain even more weight. Because of her relatively young age the specialists did not think that she was ripe for a knee replacement. She did discover something called aquabics which appears to be aerobic exercises performed in water. Working out in water removes all of the intolerable stresses which gravity normally provides from those damaged joints. This means that these joints are not only protected from further damage but that, generally speaking, the body gets a good work-out.

Now I've got a new problem. To whom should I come clean about my facelift? I've been skulking around the house wearing sunglasses and a headscarf and my next door neighbours are becoming very, very curious.... Of course they know everyone on the street! And up at the local mall folks think that my husband has got himself a nice muslim girl.

Oh Ingy, I feel for your sense of doomedness and if I wasn't an atheist I would be saying to you "Good-bye," and "Hello," and "I'll see ya on the other side of the moon." You see, it is still less than two weeks ago when I myself had major facial surgery. I am still suffering Big Time and I often wonder if I were just too, too vain and too stupid for words when I opted for this surgery. For sure, the surgery was a brute - 9 hours on the operating table - and yet here I am, still alive and energetically cynical. My hunch is that you are gonna live. I am still living even though I am suffering a big bunch. Ouch! sez Green.:think

Green used to have really thick hair before being banded. Living under her mop was kinda like being trapped living under a duvet at dreadfully high temperatures. It was Not So Nice, eh??? and thus Green was left feeling like a pretty bitter grrl during the summer months. New things have been happening with respect to the top of Green's head. The mostest atrocious is that she seems to have lost a lot of her fabulous hair growth. This really is a shocker for Greeen! She had become used to living with truly excessive amounts of hair and now she suddenly finds that this is no longer something upon which she can count. She has found herself growing uneasy about the current situation and has even tried warning her significant other that her hair count is rapidly plummetting but it seems that the dude is, well, very much in denial. He still thinks that Green is still blessed with a whole bunch a vigourous head woolies. Aah, love is blind. Insh'allah (don't you know it, and thanks be to the One who created both silly love and tweezers).

What's the difference between God and a bunch of doctors? God doesn't think that he is a doctor. Sorry to hear about your very bad set-back. Please keep your friends in the loop.

Yowie zowie! I never heard this! Yet another reason to ask for Ativan. :eyebrows:

Waah! Thanks for weighing in on the brick shit house discussion, eh. :ranger: It has been my observance that men are nowhere nearly as hung up on this biz of thinness as we chicks are. Oh, for sure most men in our culture like women to be on the side of normo or slender but they are nowhere near as blindingly hung-up on a grrl weighing no more than a rice cake as we are. Many men like a little bit of flesh and some men like it a lot. Sexual allure is about much more than just look, you know, it also about touch, and the feel of flesh on flesh is very sensual. Moreover, the presence of flesh indicates to one's primitive mammalian mind that the chosen woman is healthy and able to mate. Makes sense to this mammal.

I find your comments interesting, BJean. I have always been fascinated by genetics and yet at the same time am hampered by the fact that I am an ageing blonde bimbo. Ha ha. This means that my knowledge comes from material written for the layperson. Nevertheless, I have read a considerable amount of material about the genetic component of basic intelligence and personality development and I am aware that a child who is, say, transplanted into a famly environment which is wildly different from her genetic inheritance may well suffer. Let me explain: an academically gifted introvert will do well when she is nurtured by a family of like individuals. An academic introvert is going to feel like both an outsider and a loser should she find herself being raised by a family of party animals and jocks. And let's think of the chubby child who is transplanted into a nest of skinny folk. Adoption can be a wonderful avenue for both the parents and the child. There are, however, potential difficulties.

Thankfully, in Canada abortion is pretty much a non-issue, as it is in France which is where I had my abortion back in the early 80s. Gadget does raise a somewhat interesting question: would I have been willing to see my foetus transplanted into a more accepting womb and thus go on to live a life? I don't know how I would have responded to that offer, to tell you the truth. I only know that I personally wanted nothing to do with pregnancy, childbirth, or motherhood. Indeed, my own feelings on this business bordered on a phobia.

Yah! It is TSP! Thanks. Your bedroom sounds lovely. :biggrin1:

I am so pleased that your band is behaving better now. I guess the next thing on the list is the computer, eh.

This is just a suggestion, eh.

Many people become awful damn sick when forced to loiter around their parental types. This is a result of finding one's own damaged youngself forced to spend Angst on the wall space with parental/progenital types. Urgh!!!!!!!, eh.

Canada is a country which houses any number of needy souls. No specific religious belief has been built into Canada's moral character, is all. Same sex marriage is legal up here, eh. That is life, huh....

Canada is a profoundly secular nation and as a result she sees the resultant clamour of all of these faith-based demands as as being kinda crazee. Belonging among those particular interest groups which must be both recognised and protected by our Canadian Charter of Human Rights. This is why Canada has been one of the first of the nations to recognise same sex marriage. This is also why Canada has been notable in refusing to accept religious pundits as mediators on the Canadian political/civil stage.

You are gorgeous!

Mine is about two inches below the bra line and is dead centre between my breasts. I really like this position because nothing ever presses on it except my fingers when I am playing with it. It also seems to be a very stable location. I don't think that my port will ever flip. Congratulations, Mouse, on your fabulous weight loss. :biggrin1:

Wheetsin's suggestions are good ones. Other ways of saving money are to bring your own lunch to work and to make your own coffee/tea while you are at work. Avoid buying your lunches or anything out of vending machines. Trading down to a smaller, cheaper, more fuel-efficient vehicle will save you money, too. You will save on gas and on insurance premiums. If you live, as I do, in a city with great public transit, give up on the vehicle and you will save yourself a whack of cash. You will also find yourself walking more and that is good for weight loss. Shop sales for clothing and buy your underwear at discount stores. When grocery shopping check out the cost per unit price - bigger is not always cheaper. Always pay cash - never, ever run up credit card debt!!!! And remember, you can save money by shopping in second-hand stores.

What a great site! I've just bookmarked it. Thanks for posting it.

That sounds like a sensible approach.... :biggrin1:

And I thought that it had gone to Roswell.

Televangelists creep me out.