Comments on: Tingling Fat Lippage

By: Shawna

Shawna — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 17:37:23 +0000

I had Strep Throat for the first time in the Spring and it was so painful, that nothing my kids could throw at me would seem bad in comparison. I can’t even begin to imagine the pain in your lips, which are shockingly important! Hope your vacation is just the right cure!

By: Vacation day at last — Momalom

Vacation day at last — Momalom — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 12:04:20 +0000

[...] feels exactly the same way. (And after her very shitty week of DMV visits, computer (break)down and surgery she needs this vacation way more than I do right now.) So excuse me while I gather helmets, PFDs, [...]

By: Goldfish

Goldfish — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 02:23:38 +0000

Oh, I hope you are feeling better very, very soon. Sending all my healing thoughts to you and your beautiful lips!

By: Keeping it Zen, Jen — Momalom

Keeping it Zen, Jen — Momalom — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 22:34:31 +0000

[...] helping to finish off the box of fancy Italian Ice Pops their dad got me as a parting gift after my surgery on Tuesday. His cohorts in Ice Pop consumption are outside. No, wait, here they come. Shit! My [...]

By: Liz

Liz — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 01:06:37 +0000

OOOOH! I had 12 stitches in my lower lip a few years ago when I had a nasty stomach virus and got up in the middle of the night to puke yet again and instead managed to faint totally face down onto my tile floor. Busted lip open. Hence, stitches. My lip was GROSS and scabby and pus-filled and the stitches bothered me more than the ones I got “down there” after I had Ben. YUCK. I feel your pain. But yeah, hang in there…Jen’s right…your lips will be gorgeous again. Mine are.

By: Jen

Jen — Wed, 15 Jul 2009 21:31:53 +0000

Excuse me while I barf on you, Elephant lady.
But, seriously. Two more days. Two more days. Two more days. And if you still look funny on Saturday, I will cater to your every need, leaving the kids under another grownup’s care. (Well, I’ll probably being doing that second part anyway.) Remember when I had my lips stitched closed and dad gave me milkshakes around the clock? (Well, you were only 4, so probably not.) But, anyway, I was seriously swollen. And stitched up inside and out. And I could barely fit a straw between the stitches. And I couldn’t talk normally. And I remember thinking I was going to look lipless and scabby and gross forever. And yet, here I am today, with luscious lips. Right? Soon you will be your luscious self again.