Bumpy Bones











I know that I’ve mentioned before my hatred of awkward questions regarding anything “odd” about my body. I’m very weird about things like that, in my really messed up mind, I believe that it’s a little rude. I mean, I don’t ask people about things on their body because I’m cautious like that – I wouldn’t want to make people feel the way I feel when asked an awkward question like that.

Last night while I was at my boyfriends house, I was asked yet another awkward question by his nine year old sister about the bubble scar on the back of my right ear. She wanted to know why it was there, and it was really awkward because I don’t know how to respond to questions like that. I know that kids ask questions, so I try not to take it to heart, but I’m always worried about people noticing the “weird” things about me. Luckily my boyfriend told her to go away and stop asking questions like that, so I didn’t have to reply. I know, I’m being really stupid about questions. People are just curious, but their curiousity makes me anxious.

I got the bubble scar from when my ears used to be pierced and a kid pulled the earing out. I’m rather weird about it, as I think it’s a little gross and I used to love having my ears pierced – I really miss the whacky earings I used to wear to draw attention away from my “sticky-out ears”.

A while ago, I went to see a plastic surgeon about removing it – but that didn’t go well. The guy was a really big jerk, and basically wouldn’t touch my ear. He said he didn’t want to “make it worse” and that I was “very shallow” for wanting it gone. That really upset me, for starters he shouldn’t be judging a girl on things that make her feel different, like my scars – which he also said I was shallow for wanting to remove them as they “are reminders” or something along those lines.

I don’t need reminders, as I have memories, and I didn’t even want to remove all of my scars, just the really big, annoying itchy ones that make me hate summer time and bathing suits. But the point of that visit was my ear. It’s a tiny bubble, barely noticable unless you stare at it, but I really want to get my ears pierced again. That bubble scar is preventing me because it’s in the way. I wanted it removed so I could repierce them. The plastic surgeon acted very rude towards my mother and I. He acted like we were really stupid and wasting his time. All this was really shocking to us because it was at Sick Kids, and usually the doctors are really polite and friendly. He’s the only doctor I’ve ever met that was really rude to me at Sick Kids. Even years later, it still really irks me. I can’t explain why really.

Don’t think I’m crazy, okay? I just believe that if you go to a plastic surgeon about something like that, he shouldn’t judge you and make you feel really stupid and selfish for wanting it gone. I still feel really stupid and selfish for wanting it gone, because a man who changes peoples noses and lips because they don’t like them told me I was being shallow. Fine, I’m shallow. I want the bubble scar on my ear and the huge ugly puffy red scars on my arm and legs gone.



{January 6, 2007}   A Few Things On My Mind

I have been trying to update this blog for two days now, but I can’t really think of one topic to focus on, as there are so many floating through my head right now.

Firstly; I’m nervous about the prospect of having another surgery. In two weeks, term one will be over, and I will be starting term two. In term two, I’m taking Writers Craft and co-oping at Sunrise Youth Group. It’s going to be a heavy semester due to the fact that you must show up every day and get the required hours to pass the course. Obviously if I have the surgery on my toes, showing up everyday won’t be an option. I don’t want Niki regretting taking me on as a co-op student.

Secondly; lately my right ankle has been poping and hurting a lot when I walk long distances. I consider this to be a bad thing because the surgery my parents will want me to have is on my left foot, and I will need my right leg to bare most of my weight during the recovery stage. I’ll most likely want to get back in the game of co-oping and going to school as soon as possible, even if I’m doped up on drugs. I’m sick of being “that girl that misses a lot of school”, and I’m really not looking forward to this June because I won’t be graduating with my friends. I wouldn’t go to prom if it wasn’t for the mere fact that if I didn’t, then I wouldn’t get to share that experience with my friends. I’d have to share it with a bunch of people I don’t really know.

Thirdly; I’m nervous as to what effect having a surgery will have on my relationship with my boyfriend. Yes, I know – it’s a stupid thing to fear, especially since I know he isn’t the type to just walk out for something like that – but still. It’s difficult to prevent myself from thinking something negetive like that, even though he’s nothing like the other guy’s I’ve dated – which is why I like him so much.

I’m not a negative person, I prefer to look at is as I face reality. I’ve had past experiences that spur me to think what some people consider “negatively”.

But I suppose I will find out in four days time.



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