Tuck that tummy.

Bob's got an appointment with the surgeon that just made my MIL into a WLS frankenstein.  He's going to discuss applying for insurance coverage to remove the abdominal pannus and fix the hernia he's sporting.

You do realize that this means he is going to owe me a tummy tuck and a set of tits?  Because, I was supposed to go first.  I guarantee that I'll get 'er done, someday.  There's a slight chance in hell that I would get insurance to cover my abdominoplasty unless the rash stays/continues and is documented, To The Max.  Not only that - I would not be cleared medically for plastics at this point in time - my anemia has to be stable and I have to be prepared to bank some blood, too.

When my MIL went for her consult, she was cleared for brachioplasty and face-lift and done within a month, but she also handed the hospital a fat check as a self-pay.  She was then told to lose twenty pounds, and they'd lop off her pannus, too.  (So, guess what she's doing now?)  I am sure once she sees the results of a lower body lift, she's going to have the legs and boobs done.  She will then be The WLS Frankenbody, no doubt.

If pain, money and holding babies were no issue - I'd have it all done too.  Goodness knows I could use it.  I don't have the money, tolerance for pain or someone to carry the baby for a few weeks, or any red blood cells, so it's going to have to wait.

So, here's my bet - with the "Power OF The Penis" - Bob will be scheduled for abdominoplasty surgery by, say, October 1st.   

As for me ( that ****er) - I will go for ANOTHER consult, will be told "there's no way we can get coverage for THAT" and be sent home to fill out paperwork to finance my T & A like a Lexus, in like, a year.