Maurette's Adventures

You know when you get that itchy spot on your back right between the shoulder blades. That spot that you just cannot get to so you have to find yourself a post to scratch yourself on? I used to do that a lot. Or rather, I used to have to do that a lot. Find myself a scratching post because besides my shoulder there wasn't a spot I could comfortably get to in public. But not anymore. Now I can reach! 20 kilos gone and I can reach the spot. I can reach the itch; I can sit back on my feet without hanging above the ground; I can sit on the plane without having to ask for an extension belt; I can wear a seat belt; I can put my bag on my lap; I have a lap; I can fold my arms; I had to take a link out of my watch; I can reach the itch...I can finally scratch the itch.

It's done. The operation is done. The day of the operation and those after that I was determined that my first post was going to be about the awful days after. The pain, the discomfort that no one talks about. But now I think it is just like having babies, you remember the pain but everything else is more important. The day before the operation, the nurse came to me and told me that I needed to get shaved. Sure, no problem. She told one of the junior nurses to shave me from below the breast to shorts level. At the time it seemed strange but hey they know what they are doing right? So I closed my eyes and pulled up my dress. The poor nurse started shaving, down in all the cracks, pushing things aside up and under. The curtains were blowing in the wind and I could feel the breeze, whilst praying that no one walks by to enjoy the show. The nurse was busy in my nether regions going up and under and getting the cracks good, when the chief nurse popped in. She looked on for a few secon...