Once again I pass the theater, this time was to get a breast augmentation mammoplasty.
Although the operation itself does not entail great risks, because my weight the anesthesiologist put me all black, I started saying the risks to and in fact if it had been a fearful person might have thrown me back and I would not have operated.
must also say that I am not crazy nor suicidal, and if I had seen that he had no chance of getting either the operation I would have been the first to refuse to submit to such intervention. While the anesthesiologist was rather pessimistic optimist I saw that the team saw that it was intervening was the most professional and extensive experience in any situation that would give me. The important thing is
all these black clouds hanging over me like a sword of Damocles has disappeared and several days after surgery I am having a great time, super happy and courage to stand up to anything you may have.
Now comes the hard part of the agreement we made the surgeon who operated on me and me. The surgeon turned his hand to be operated on, but I have yet to meet mine, I said I was operating with the sine quanum I had to get to thin after recovering from the operation, I acknowledge that it will be difficult but I think it will to be impossible, but given the ultimatum given to me in Manchester, told me if I did not lose enough weight in two years, that I would be able to do the last operation that I have pending, bone I have no other choice but to get my act together and lose weight.
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