Morning Musing on Mediocracy and Checking Egos
Luvlies, Good morning. You are owed an update on the 37 day post-op appointment I had with my surgeon. It was a lesson in patience and not letting my ego give away what I know and what I plan to do next. My surgeon is not a bad person, he’s just never been held accountable for his mediocracy or mistakes. He’s lived a life of privilege, where there is a consistent ‘other’, who absorbs the repercussions of his actions.
He’s never been hit, lost out on a dream, or told a hard no, because there is someone else who will fix it for him… but I am not the one.
Did I record the entire appointment? Yes. Did I disclose that to him? No, I did not. I don’t have to. I live in Canada. What did he say in the appointment? He admitted that he made the mistake of not putting drains in for my recovery, because I am still very swollen for 5wks post-op. He said that I would have had an easier time healing if they were put in and he can see that now. He insisted that ‘over 1300g’ was removed. I asked him if that amount included the liquid that’s inject before lipo, and he said ‘No, that number is only the amount of tissue removed’. I asked him if he sent all the tissue to pathology and he said that he did. So there is no way that pathology could have lost 470g of tissue in the hand off. He just stuck with his story of the imaginary amount removed.
He explained why I have an anchor incision, while removing my steristrips. My scars are healing well though I will say that. Then he took pictures and tried to convince me that my Ta-tas were much smaller than before, but there was hesitation as he placed the images side-by-side. He was silenced for a brief second because the pics were telling another story: I had had a small reduction with a slight lift, not a big reduction as promised. Big bewbies before and big bewbies still. I just kept my mouth shut and let the moment linger. It was awkward for him but affirming for me. I did not have the reduction I paid for. I barely had a reduction at all, and we could see the proof of that on screen.
He started to talk about having a secondary reduction later on and that I’m still swollen, so I will go down more cup sizes blahblahblah. I stopped listening. The last few stitches were removed and I was on my way. I will spend a few days writing the formal complaint but, I will not stress myself about my boobs any more. I have documented proof that he broke our agreement and did what he wanted with my surgery.
Even though there is still much to do, the burden is on me to heal as best as I can from today onward. What will happen to my surgeon is above now.
…and that’s time. Still here? Leave your thoughts down below.
See you tomorrow Luvlies!
xoxo Luv Laney Luv
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