Small thighs and small minds

So, I've got four days until the compression garment comes off permanently, and I'm shit scared. It's become something of a safety blanket, the knowledge that my thighs may not look that skinny yet but hey, it's okay, you've still got to wear the garment so you're still healing! Right?
Wrong. I've spent the last two weeks oscillating between "oooh, skinny thighs!" and "Fuck, it hasn't worked. Sob". I'm currently in the latter of the two. Sadly, this means that I am now running mentally through the last month of all the times I took the garment off- should I have tried to use the little hole to wee through and sucked it up? Should I have showered less?? Am I expecting too much of this? Have I spent an inordinate amount of money on FUCK ALL? Yet last weekend, I took great joy in taking the garment off and replacing it with leggings just to see how it looked- and delighting in the fact that it seemed to have worked. What's even worse is that because my surgeon had to undergo surgery himself on his shoulder, my follow up appointment has been pushed back nearly a month. This means if anything has gone wrong, I'm buggered, essentially. I know, I should just wait and see what he says- but I can't bear the thought of having to go through this all again :(

On another note- this week I've enjoyed some of the small-minded foolishness I expected from getting lipo. I had made an enormous bowl of Eton Mess (for those of you who don't know what that is, it's double cream, crushed meringues and strawberries) and posted it on facebook. Someone then decided to berate me for eating dessert when I've had lipo. Clearly I had used lipo as an alternative to dieting/exercise etc. If this person had read my blog they would have read my first post which stated exactly why I was ONLY getting lipo on my thighs- ie, because they're the one place unaffected by diet or exercise. Sometimes I just don't see the point in explaining myself, as it clearly goes unnoticed by those who need it explaining the most. So let me clarify, for anyone who doesn't quite get it yet- I didn't get fat sucked out of my legs to make myself thinner, if I'd wanted to do that I'd have got it sucked out of my stomach. I did it for comfort, and because dieting and exercise did not help my thighs. All good? Excellent.


(Editorial Note: Following this post, said person had the good courtesy to email me and explain her comment was meant as nothing more than a joke on the irony of the situation. She did, unfortunately, bear the brunt of my frustration from various other people making far harsher comments and I apologise for that. For everyone else- what I said still stands.)