Sharon1964

There isn't even any hair on the urethral opening, which is where the catheter goes. This requirement boggles the mind.
Heck, most obstetricians don't require shaving for childbirth, which actually involves that general area! And if any of my obstetricians HAD required it, I would have dropped them like a hot potato!

I'm as tough as nails, and don't really care what other people think most of the time. In this instance, I was talking about literally fitting physically into the world. Socially fitting in is a whole 'nother story.
And now, I fit! I fit the airplane seat, I fit the restaurant booth, I fit the seat at the basketball game, I fit into the chairs with arms!

We've all experienced the typical ways of not fitting into the world... restaurant booths, airplane seats, amusement park rides, chairs with arms, student desks, regular sized blood pressure cuffs, etc.
Friday I had to have a cardiac stress test in order to get cardiac clearance for VSG surgery. It's one of the last steps I have before getting insurance approval.
In the nuclear medicine area of my doctor's office, there is a waiting room with a little alcove where they put the IV port in. There is no door on this alcove. I can hear everything the tech is saying to each person as he explains the procedure and puts in the IV and then sends them back to the waiting room.. Most of the people there are over 65 or so, and I know some of them are hard of hearing, just from observing them in the waiting room. I'm 50, and definitely not hard of hearing.
So when it's my turn, and the tech stars his spiel, I stop him and tell him I've heard him give it about four times now. Then suddenly he stops, and in that same loud voice, says he's not sure I'll fit into the imaging machine. So when there is an empty machine he takes me in there to make sure I'm going to fit. It does, just barely, go over me. When I come out of that room to go back to the alcove, every eye in the waiting room is on me.
I don't get embarrassed easily, and being fat doesn't embarrass me. I wasn't embarrassed that everyone knew that I might be too fat for the machine... they all have eyes, they can all see how big I am.
Normally, I would have schooled the person on how they should treat fat people, so that other fat people aren't embarrassed. But for some reason, this time I didn't. I'm not really sure why. I have a followup appointment in two weeks and I might bring it up then.
Anyway, yet another example of how I don't fit into the world. That's my main reason for getting the surgery, I want to fit into the world.

If I got engaged to someone and he hadn't told me he had had such a life-changing surgery, I would re-evaluate whether I really knew him at all.

We've all experienced the typical ways of not fitting into the world... restaurant booths, airplane seats, amusement park rides, chairs with arms, student desks, regular sized blood pressure cuffs, etc.
Friday I had to have a cardiac stress test in order to get cardiac clearance for VSG surgery. It's one of the last steps I have before getting insurance approval.
In the nuclear medicine area of my doctor's office, there is a waiting room with a little alcove where they put the IV port in. There is no door on this alcove. I can hear everything the tech is saying to each person as he explains the procedure and puts in the IV and then sends them back to the waiting room.. Most of the people there are over 65 or so, and I know some of them are hard of hearing, just from observing them in the waiting room. I'm 50, and definitely not hard of hearing.
So when it's my turn, and the tech stars his spiel, I stop him and tell him I've heard him give it about four times now. Then suddenly he stops, and in that same loud voice, says he's not sure I'll fit into the imaging machine. So when there is an empty machine he takes me in there to make sure I'm going to fit. It does, just barely, go over me. When I come out of that room to go back to the alcove, every eye in the waiting room is on me.
I don't get embarrassed easily, and being fat doesn't embarrass me. I wasn't embarrassed that everyone knew that I might be too fat for the machine... they all have eyes, they can all see how big I am.
Normally, I would have schooled the person on how they should treat fat people, so that other fat people aren't embarrassed. But for some reason, this time I didn't. I'm not really sure why. I have a followup appointment in two weeks and I might bring it up then.
Anyway, yet another example of how I don't fit into the world. That's my main reason for getting the surgery, I want to fit into the world.

This. So much this.

I had sex a week after a C-section. My husband wasn't too keen on the idea, but I told him to lay on his back, put his knees together, tip his hips, and shut the hell up.
He did as told.
I unintentionally sprayed him with milk.
I did not take pictures.

I had sex a week after a C-section. My husband wasn't too keen on the idea, but I told him to lay on his back, put his knees together, tip his hips, and shut the hell up.
He did as told.
I unintentionally sprayed him with milk.
I did not take pictures.

I had sex a week after a C-section. My husband wasn't too keen on the idea, but I told him to lay on his back, put his knees together, tip his hips, and shut the hell up.
He did as told.
I unintentionally sprayed him with milk.
I did not take pictures.

I had sex a week after a C-section. My husband wasn't too keen on the idea, but I told him to lay on his back, put his knees together, tip his hips, and shut the hell up.
He did as told.
I unintentionally sprayed him with milk.
I did not take pictures.

I had sex a week after a C-section. My husband wasn't too keen on the idea, but I told him to lay on his back, put his knees together, tip his hips, and shut the hell up.
He did as told.
I unintentionally sprayed him with milk.
I did not take pictures.

I had sex a week after a C-section. My husband wasn't too keen on the idea, but I told him to lay on his back, put his knees together, tip his hips, and shut the hell up.
He did as told.
I unintentionally sprayed him with milk.
I did not take pictures.

I had sex a week after a C-section. My husband wasn't too keen on the idea, but I told him to lay on his back, put his knees together, tip his hips, and shut the hell up.
He did as told.
I unintentionally sprayed him with milk.
I did not take pictures.

I had sex a week after a C-section. My husband wasn't too keen on the idea, but I told him to lay on his back, put his knees together, tip his hips, and shut the hell up.
He did as told.
I unintentionally sprayed him with milk.
I did not take pictures.

I had sex a week after a C-section. My husband wasn't too keen on the idea, but I told him to lay on his back, put his knees together, tip his hips, and shut the hell up.
He did as told.
I unintentionally sprayed him with milk.
I did not take pictures.

We've all experienced the typical ways of not fitting into the world... restaurant booths, airplane seats, amusement park rides, chairs with arms, student desks, regular sized blood pressure cuffs, etc.
Friday I had to have a cardiac stress test in order to get cardiac clearance for VSG surgery. It's one of the last steps I have before getting insurance approval.
In the nuclear medicine area of my doctor's office, there is a waiting room with a little alcove where they put the IV port in. There is no door on this alcove. I can hear everything the tech is saying to each person as he explains the procedure and puts in the IV and then sends them back to the waiting room.. Most of the people there are over 65 or so, and I know some of them are hard of hearing, just from observing them in the waiting room. I'm 50, and definitely not hard of hearing.
So when it's my turn, and the tech stars his spiel, I stop him and tell him I've heard him give it about four times now. Then suddenly he stops, and in that same loud voice, says he's not sure I'll fit into the imaging machine. So when there is an empty machine he takes me in there to make sure I'm going to fit. It does, just barely, go over me. When I come out of that room to go back to the alcove, every eye in the waiting room is on me.
I don't get embarrassed easily, and being fat doesn't embarrass me. I wasn't embarrassed that everyone knew that I might be too fat for the machine... they all have eyes, they can all see how big I am.
Normally, I would have schooled the person on how they should treat fat people, so that other fat people aren't embarrassed. But for some reason, this time I didn't. I'm not really sure why. I have a followup appointment in two weeks and I might bring it up then.
Anyway, yet another example of how I don't fit into the world. That's my main reason for getting the surgery, I want to fit into the world.

My aim was to communicate. I did not intentionally use words and phrases you did not understand.
You didn't put this in the rants section, and it was not clear to me what the rant was about. It's still not.
I hope whoever you want to stop doing whatever it is they are doing, does so soon. It seems terribly distressing to you.

I'm disappointed in all of you. DISAPPOINTED I TELL YOU!!!
Four pages, and NO ONE said "what this thread needs is some personal photos".
FOUR PAGES!
You all make me sad. My girly parts are crying. :blush:

I'm disappointed in all of you. DISAPPOINTED I TELL YOU!!!
Four pages, and NO ONE said "what this thread needs is some personal photos".
FOUR PAGES!
You all make me sad. My girly parts are crying. :blush:

I'm disappointed in all of you. DISAPPOINTED I TELL YOU!!!
Four pages, and NO ONE said "what this thread needs is some personal photos".
FOUR PAGES!
You all make me sad. My girly parts are crying. :blush:

I'm disappointed in all of you. DISAPPOINTED I TELL YOU!!!
Four pages, and NO ONE said "what this thread needs is some personal photos".
FOUR PAGES!
You all make me sad. My girly parts are crying. :blush:

Has an unruly teenager taken over your computer?

Is English your first language? The phrase "I beg your pardon" or "beg your pardon" or "begging your pardon" means either you did not hear or you did not understand what someone said.
I could not discern if you were angry at people for being against you having weight loss surgery, or if you were angry at people for suggesting you have weight loss surgery, or something else.
I could not figure out if you thought people who needed insulin were defiling God's work, or if you thought they needed insulin because they didn't take care of themselves.
Your post was so confusing that I thought perhaps you were having a cerebral vascular accident.

I probably won't get a straight answer to this question either...
What job do you have that requires a masters degree, pays a six figure salary, but you don't get off work until 11pm??
Do you at least get lots of perquisites?

Is English your first language? The phrase "I beg your pardon" or "beg your pardon" or "begging your pardon" means either you did not hear or you did not understand what someone said.
I could not discern if you were angry at people for being against you having weight loss surgery, or if you were angry at people for suggesting you have weight loss surgery, or something else.
I could not figure out if you thought people who needed insulin were defiling God's work, or if you thought they needed insulin because they didn't take care of themselves.
Your post was so confusing that I thought perhaps you were having a cerebral vascular accident.