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Crystal Light and Colon Regret
Let’s cut the crap. No one warned me that my mid-forties would mean getting a formal invite to drink liquid fire and spend the night conducting a full-body exorcism in my bathroom. But here we are! Welcome to middle age folks – where birthdays come with the gift of preventative screenings. That’s right. Your girl…
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Eight Weeks Post-DIEP: The Hunger Games
Hello again, friends. After a brief unintentional blogging hiatus (read: recovery haze, surgical drains, snack-fueled mood swings, and a short stint as a human pin cushion), I’m back—with sass, some leftover surgical tape stuck to places I can’t see, and enough opinions to fill a medical journal. Eight weeks post-DIEP flap reconstruction surgery, and while…
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In Too DIEP to Call It a Tummy Tuck
Let’s talk about DIEP flap surgery. Or, more accurately, let’s talk about what DIEP is not, because there seems to be a fair amount of confusion, especially when people hear that it involves the removal of fat from the abdomen. First and foremost, DIEP (Deep Inferior Epigastric Perforator) flap surgery is not a tummy tuck.…
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The Face of “Concern”?
Being a woman of a certain age brings with it certain, shall we say, inconveniences. The annual pap/pelvic exam. The hormonal hellscape that creates night sweats A new interest in your bone density The insomnia that could be caused by age or adulting (but you’re not sure which) The dreaded mammogram And this last one,…
Playfully True: Notes from a Not-So-Graceful Life 