Just venting....not ranting

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At a party last night with my neighbors on the block. It's a very close

knit group of families. My girlfriends on the block all knew when I was

getting my implants -- they were all excited for me. One neighbor has

them already and, with the exception of a switchout in size due to a

rupture from trauma, she has experienced no problems and is currently

breastfeeding a daughter. My other four neighbors all want them. They

were very curious when I went through my implant surgery last year.

Well, I told them all they are coming out next week and why. My friend

with the implants is treating me like I am nuts, which is okay -- I pray

that her daughter does not have problems with having been breastfed. A

few others are fine-- I don't need them to be supportive, but they are

-- mostly sympathetic. One had already made an appt with a doc for a

consultation and has cancelled it and won't get them because of my

experience (Yay! I helped someone!)

But my one friend is getting them next year. She told me what a shame

it is that I am getting mine out, what a waste of money, and that she

doesn't care if I have problems. She's getting them at all costs. She

said she won't be the kind of woman who has problems ( which is exactly

what I told myself ) as it is probably a personality type and partially

in the head anyway. I wanted to shake her until her teeth rattled.

She's got a nice husband, and two kids, plus she runs a business that is

becoming very successful. I'm going to print out a few things for her

in a month or so, before the boobie greed hits her full force and she

starts the research stage -- that's the point where we all became deaf

and ignored our gut instincts, right?

All night long she kept saying -- but you LOOK great now, why would you

want to go back to what you were? I was quite flat and droopy.

How can you hear the kind of stuff I told her last night ( all the docs,

pain, urgent care visits, cardiac problems, not being able to work,

CONSTANT pain, that fake sickening feeling when my muscles flex, (did I

mention the constant pain?)low grade fevers, (which I had last night, on

my birthday!), not being able to get up easily from the lawn chair, not

being able to straighten my knees, and of course, the unremitting,

constant pain, and all of this coming on suddenly to a previously

perfectly healthy athlete's body.

" IT'S JUST SALTWATER!!!! "

It's easy to dismiss me as a mental case when there is an absolutely

beautiful woman sitting next to me with a lovely boob job, shrugging,

saying that she hasn't had a problem, and they were the best thing she

has ever done.

Arrrrrrggghhhhhh!

Dawn