Writing all these chapters about my life and my body is kind of intense. Last week, I wrote about a panic attack I had over my body three years ago, and I could feel my pulse racing as I wrote it; re-living the experience actually made me have another mini-attack. It's amazing how much I seem to have blocked from memory. The smell of surgery recovery, the pain, both emotional and physical, that I've continuously put myself through in the fruitless pursuit of bodily normalcy... but I've forgotten good things as well. Today I was writing about my recovery from plastic surgery, specifically abdominoplasty and brachioplasty (arms). And I was remembering the horrible, excruciating pulling at my stomach, and the fear that if I made one wrong move my belly would split open and all my insides would tumble out. But I was also surprised to remember how happy I was after those surgeries, and how confident. The accompanying lipo made me retain so much water, I was beyond blo
Life after Gastric Bypass surgery