Time for a rant!

For weeks now I've blogged about writing and my life. Well, now it's time for a rant. I'm going to apologise in advance if I upset anyone, it's more my aim to rant about the injustice of the healthcare system.

Here goes...

Plastic surgery. It's still quite a taboo subject in Australia. When I announced I was thinking about plastic surgery all I got was, 'why would you do that', 'you can't afford it', 'what for', and my favourite lie, 'you don't need it'.

It's all crap!

Why the hell is plastic surgery so easily accessible and cheap if we weren't meant to seek it out and make ourselves feel better about the little things we can't change with diet and excersise?
If I was 150 kilos and thinking about lipo or lapbanding, everyone would be congratulating me and doing a happy dance. I say I'm getting my boobs done and it's, 'you're mad'. Well maybe I am. Maybe the fact that if I put my arms in the air down at the beach, I would be mistaken for a surf board wearing a bathing suit! Maybe it's because I did the right thing and breastfed both of my babies leaving me with nothing more than, what one person so adequately described, mosquito bites on my chest. I know this is way too much information for some people but that's just too bad. Some things just need to be ranted about.

I couldn't count on both hands and feet how many times it has been suggested that I 'put on a few more kilos'. No thankyou very much. If I can pay my bills and avoid serving up cat food for dinner why can't I do something for myself that is going to make me feel sexier and more like a woman and less like a frumpy, flat chested flamingo? (I am tall and reasonable slim). And this brings me to the real heart of my rant. Why is that the Australian government will pay for lapbanding, tummy tucks, breast lifts, and lipo for the morbidly and deathly obese, yet for someone like me who's worked hard done all the right things in life, paid my taxes, given to charity, stayed healthy and slim, I get nothing! Just because I'm not killing myself with cheeseburgers (you wouldn't know it but I'm doing my best) and chips and coke and pizza, so that means I don't qualify for a little help from Medicare? This operation is costing me close to $10,000, and yes I heard your intake of breath and a couple of swear words, but I can afford it. My partner and I work hard for a living. He works seven days a week most weeks and lately I've been working five nights a week. I deserve to be able to do something that will benefit me as a person, as a mum and most of all as a woman.

Now I sound like I'm trying to justify the cost, the unnecassary risk of having a surgery no one thinks I need. Why isn't it enough that I want it? If only my critics knew that I've gone to sleep with a smile on my face for the last three weeks. I'm happy dancing all over the place just thinking about it. Like a teenager who's dreamed of a sports car and finally the flash of red paint is in sight.

So, on Wednesday morning, I will be going to get my new chest puppies =) I'm going to enjoy them, I'm going to revel in the feeling of finally being sexy and wearing nice clothes without the three layers of tank tops and push up bras.

Now I'm going to ask for support, well wishes and if you're the praying type, I'll accept prayers. I want to say to everyone who knows me personally, I want this and I'm doing it. I don't need permission, I don't care about negative vibes but please be nice...

I can bite!



Now last of all and on a completely different and happier note. I want to throw out a good luck and congratulations to my big brother and his beautiful bride who are tying the know today in a gorgeous old church in Rose Park. I know it's going to be a great day (despite the steady drizzle that just started) and you're going to have a fantastic life together!!