Sunday, where have you been all my week?

I always thought I was the kind of person that when the time came and my looks started to go, I’d do something about it. I’d consider “procedures.” Well, the time is here and I don’t want to do anything. Well, except for something called thermage, because it’s non-invasive and I’ve heard nothing but good things about it. I can’t afford it though so that’s that and it’s not important anyway.

Now that I’ve made this decision I love whenever I read something that confirms that I’ve made the right decision. I was thrilled to read in the Times today that the fat removed when you have liposuction comes back, but in different places! Ew. Article here.

Here’s the thing. The women in the control group, who had to agree not to get liposuction during the research period, were told that they could get liposuction when it was over if they still wanted it, after learning the results. Well, in spite of the results, “the women in the study who had liposuction were happy, Dr. Eckel said. They had hated their hips and thighs and just wanted that fat gone. As for the women in the control group, when the study ended and they knew the results, more than half still chose to have liposuction.”

I took this yesterday in front of St. Vincents where they were getting ready for a protest. Backstory: St. Vincents, the only hospital in the area closed. They’re going to put some sort of emergency care facility there in its place, but it won’t be complete. I agree with the protesters. What if you’re taken there but it turns out they don’t have the kind of doctor or equipment you need? We need a real hospital.