Guess what I’m doing today?
Well, yeah …
But that’s later,
I mean now.
Nope, nice try.
Once again I’ve found myself back in Chi-town,
North of Chi-town …
Getting ready to have Dr. Z do some cutting up on me.
Nothing significant today …
I’ll be on my back in about 50 minutes,
And I’m still not 100% sure I’ll go through with it,
Though I probably will.
It’s all under a local,
So obviously it’s nothing too significant,
Just some hair grafts to the front of my hairline to cover the scar across my head from my original ffs,
Maybe a second round of fat injections to my temples,
And a dose or two to my luscious, oh-so-kissable lips.
There’s also a stitch that I can see,
In fact I think others can see,
That shows itself for some reason under my stage right nostril,
Residual from my upper lip lift.
I hoping he can make that go bye-bye,
But if he can’t,
I’m actually torn on the whole hair grafting thing.
As odd as it sounds,
I take pride in my scars.
They are my personal memories of where I’ve been,
What I’ve done.
Souvenirs of my past.
I don’t know.
In so many ways I like seeing that scar across my forehead every morning when I’m getting ready,
It’s a tangible connection to past for me,
And I don’t have many of those left.
It’s such an empty, scary feeling each time I lose one.
What the heck …
I’m already here …
And it’s always a hoot to see Dr. Z, Ben, Chris and LeNore.
After this …
Two more surgeries,
Three more max,
Then I’m done with surgeries,
Depending on my life cycle,
(I figure I’ll probably need to get my breast implants rotated in 5 – 10 years, and hopefully I live long enough to require a second rotation after that. I also think I’ll get a face lift at some point, hell … I’ve had enough surgeries, I deserve to treat myself to one surgery for pure vanity’s sake at some point. )
Okay kids …
I’ll try to take pics throughout the day and post them in Click the Pic.