05-16-2012, 09:56 PM
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Originally Posted by Lady_Di
I don't mind flapping, per se. I do love birds. lol... Birds of a Feather, a queer retirement community in Santa Fe, NM... but I digress yet again.
I want the surgery as imo and the doctors is it medically necessary as it is a health hazard. Have had more than one patient with terrible skin underneath those folds. They keep it as clean as they can, and yet still yeast and what not can and do grow in dark moist areas. Not even gonna tell you some of the stuff I have seen growing on some folks!
Another even bigger issue, imnsho... is that there is real danger especially for people over menopausal age, whatever that may be. Our skin as we age gets thinner, that is pretty much part of everyone's aging process. As part of that, one of the problems often encountered is skin tears. I am not a diabetic or anything, have beautiful labs, as I mentioned earlier today. But... a skin tear allows bacterias and viruses to get past our biggest defense system. Skin integrity is a big big huge issue imo. Thus to prevent the possibility of a skin tear, or at least lessen the possibility... getting rid of the flapping is just simple physics, it tears easier when it is flapping about all over the place.
Want to know an accident I had many many years ago? My long breast flapping away as they do when I run... well... no easy way to say it, but as I was running past our bedroom door one day, high up on our mountain top... I was running full speed ahead because I heard someone coming up my private road, turns out it was just my dad. BUT.... I was naked at the time and the bloody tit got hung up on the door handle of the bedroom. One of those french door handles... it speared me thru my tit. Quite literally I had to unhook my breast off the handle. I screamed bloody murder. I was not in pain, as I have a really really high pain tolerance, and I probably was in shock when it happened. My dad got me to the emergency room and all the lovely interns go to come see the freak accident of the flying breast, lol... the nurse sewed me up with no anesthetic, didn't bother me one bit.
Was actually pretty cool to see the inside of my breast tissue. I had at that time some really big fat cells. You could see them quite clearly, each one individually was simply huge!
Seeee..... skin flapping around can be really bad for your health. The other lesson I learned... aside from not sitting around naked sewing all day up on my mountain top cabin, was to not panic. I am sure my dad has seen a naked woman before. It really was not a big deal. I would not run today if someone suddenly shows up and I am nekkid. I would cover up, calmly and rationally....
oh the things we learn as we grow up, no?
d'silly grrrrl of the Rocky Mountains
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OMG I am mortified and freakin' dyin over here at the same time!!! LOLOL
So sorry for your....well...you know...
*Giving the girls a little squeeze of appreciation*
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