A Side of Fat, Please

I have had abdominal surgery three times in my life.  The first two times were to have babies surgically removed.

In January 2009, I had my the third abdominal surgery, which was to correct the damage done from the first two. I had a tummy tuck. The tummy tuck was by far the worst of the three surgeries. I’m very glad I had the “procedure” but the recovery was a bitch. The problems began almost immediately in post-op. I began throwing up due to a bad reaction (a good reaction most likely would not have included vomit) to the anesthesia. Throwing up just after being sawed in half like a magician’s assistant is the only time I have felt justified in my concern about whether or not I was going to lose my guts in a personal explosion. The nurses or medical assistants or whatever they are called now, acted like they felt bad that I was retching but they really needed me to hurry up and recover and go home.

Don’t throw up after just being sewn back together.

Trisha, brilliant kitchen/bath designer and loyal friend, showed her true colors by objecting to my release from the medical facility due to the fact that after I would retch, get upset and tired; I would doze off and then… stop breathing. Trisha and I first met in 1977 and I’ve been breathing the whole time I’ve known her, so she noticed when I wasn’t. The nurses didn’t know me well, so they didn’t realize that under normal circumstances, I’m constantly breathing. Trish finally convinced the idiots that in fact, I shouldn’t be sent home and should probably be under a physician’s care. Her steadfast adherence to the benefits of breathing resulted in my being transported by ambulance to another hospital, which had a wing for elective surgery recovery, where I stayed for two or three nights. And then I was in bed for weeks and I had drains (DRAINS, I tell you) in my stomach. Gack.

I’m sure plenty of people are going to crawl up my ass about being put under for purely elective surgery and I get it. I don’t think I’d ever do it again and I’m puzzled how people become addicted to having surgery.

I don’t look like this

It wasn’t like going through labor and two C-Sections. In that situation, I almost (almost!) completely forget the pain and vomiting and morphine because I can rejoice in my healthy children. In the plastic surgery case, wouldn’t do it again but I do love having a flat stomach!

I tell you about the stomachectomy to tell you this: the problem with a surgically-flattened stomach is that when you (meaning me) gain weight, it goes to the side. In my weight loss adventure, I have taken some before pictures and they are evidence that fat now goes to my side, my waist, my back fat zone, love handles, however one chooses to describe it, THERE. My arms don’t have the waggly stuff on the back, my legs aren’t bad, my face has slimmed down noticeably since I have been drinking 64 ounces of water daily…but the side of fat is not going anywhere.

I realized this morning (Nov. 2012) that I have been blogging for almost a year and Someone Fat is still happening. As it turns out, my dieting efforts have greatly improved my writing skills.

 

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19 thoughts on “A Side of Fat, Please

  1. Good luck in meeting your goal!

  2. lisa says:

    Hope you are a good girl this week so you can be a bad girl in SF! Please get a raspberry ring at Stella Bakery on Columbus Avenue and a Manhattan up at Bix when you go….

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  5. Maggie O'C says:

    Reblogged this on Someone Fat Happened and commented:

    This is a post from back in January because I think some people call Thursday “Reblog Thursday” and that is what I am calling Thursday today.

  6. Lily says:

    I’d consider getting a tummy tuck right after I give birth. They do that, ya know? I probably wouldn’t but it seems like it would be a nice easy fix. You’re so brave to get that stuff done! I don’t think I could do it. But I’m also really bad at dieting and exercising so who knows. I need to drink more water though. I literally hate drinking water.
    I’m glad your friend was able to notice that you weren’t breathing and the nurses didn’t. So normal.

  7. unfetteredbs says:

    I’m glad you reposted Maggie. i was not even blogging in January so it is nice to catch up a little with a back(fat) issue of Something Fat Happened. Smile. Onward and upward with the battle of the bulge(and hormones) Sigh. I think you are pretty brave for doing it and for blogging about it. Took me 19 years to lose my baby fat..(insert expletive)

  8. I’ve always wanted a tummy tuck and an arm tuck, oh and a leg tuck and double chin tuck! Haha! I’d love to have those procedures. Good for you. But yipes on the scary part. That sounds like a whole lotta pain.

  9. wow. Loved the ‘I do not look like this’ photo…hahahahaha. and OW!!!! and I love your friend TRISH…jeeze that pesky breathing thing. GAWD. I’m so glad you recovered from recovery. 64 ounces of water would have me in diapers…its so good for you though!!! Keep goin girl…

  10. The effects of the dieting on your writing have all been worth it! And that side of fat, could you put it in a bucket that I can stick my hand in or I’m not interested.

  11. Excellent way of describing, and nice piece of writing to take
    information regarding my presentation topic, which i am
    going to present in college.

    • Maggie O'C says:

      Yes, I’m sure this is excellent source material for a thesis presentation. Or you could write about spam….and I don’t mean the canned meat.

      No one is even reading this, I’m just amusing myself!

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