Apparently, from looking in the mirror, eighteen of those twenty pounds were lost in my neck.
Gobble, gobble.
My neck looks like crepe paper, and not in a good way.
I've become obsessed with it. When I look in the mirror, it's all I can see.
At first, I thought, well, I'll stop looking in the mirror.
But if you eat spinach, that's a bad idea.
So I have started fantasizing about having my neck done.
Except I'm terrified of anesthesia, since the one and only time I ever had anesthesia I woke up to my life being changed forever. That wasn't in a good way, either.
I'm also terrified of nerve damage. I have neuropathy in my lower body. I can't imagine how much more horrible it could get with it in my upper body too.
And a hack job. I'd hate to look worse than I already do!
And, oh, yeah. Money. I imagine it costs a bit to get your neck fixed.
Oh, well. What's a few wrinkles/turkey neck/crepe papery skin among friends?
Sigh.
Duck Tape~~~~~
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