…Heart On Her Sleeve…

so, dig..  my surgery is performed laparoscopic.

lap-a-ro-scope

/?læp?r??sko?p/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [lap-er-uh-skohp]
–noun Surgery. a flexible fiberoptic instrument, passed through a small incision in the abdominal wall and equipped with biopsy forceps, an obturator, scissors or the like, with which to examine the abdominal cavity or perform minor surgery.

the abdomen is inflated with c02 gas to give the scope a nice clear view.  anatomically,  your stomach is somewhat obscured by the part of your liver that drapes over top of it.  if you’re really fat, your liver also becomes fatty and gigantic, covering up more of the stuff the surgeon needs clear access to.  a small weight loss (in my case 10-15lbs) can shrink the liver significantly, making things less complicated during surgery.

a southbeach-like eating plan has always worked very well for me in the short term, so today i bid farewell to my cruel carby mistress.  sayonara, sugar.  byebye, bagel.  you get the point, i’m gonna have a headache for a few days.

all this pre-op/post-op talk makes me feel like i’m discussing sexual reassignment surgery.

for the record, i am not a tranny.

not that there’s anything wrong with that…