Stellai’s blog April 2015: Koen’s birthday

Dear readers,

I need your help!

You need to remind me just in case I should forget. It is highly unlikely that I will forget, but... just in case. For I could have a moment of weakness, or a black-out when get myself run over by a chihuahua (gosh, how I hate chihuahuas!) , or get stepped on by a mammoth, or a MB doll ( which has the same effect, but the latter is much more likely to happen), or run into a lobster when taking a stroll in the Mediterranean sea, or run into a toddler ( which is even worse!)... Anyway, if and when in any or more of these cases I should loose a nipple, or my head, or a limb, or break a toenail or a jaw, or get damaged to whatever other body parts, then please, please remind me that I do NOT want to watch my own surgery EVER again!

I have watched my share of horror movies, but watching my own body being stripped, my beautiful boobs peeled of my chest, my butt cracked up to my neck and then being skinned to the skeleton, that is... how shall I put it ....that is a sight which is absolutely fascinating.

There are some discomforts. Try scratching your butt when the skeleton of your hands are on the far end of the table clamped in a construction of spikes, while your butt is in a carton box in a drawer. Or try telling that you got dirt in your eye when your eyes have been put in a pinafore, your head is skinned to the skull and your jaw is in the trash.

I know that most of you think that these are just little discomforts and that you have seen worse, but you did not have Koen as your surgeon.

I admit that I do not have much experience with other surgeons, but from what I have seen on TV, surgeons are supposed to be friendly doll-makers that make a real effort to ease their patients as much as possible. Not Koen! He shouted, cursed and bullied me when I finally succeeded in getting my hands out of the spikes and got them moving to my chest, which is not easy when your chest is on another table. Ok, while doing so my left hand accidentally dropped the bottle of super-glue, leaking the glue over Koen's trousers and shoes. Now I admit that having your trousers and shoes glued to your body is not the most sophisticated, but I know plenty of dolls that have their clothing glued to their bodies. It is no big deal and to start shouting at a patient because of that I think is outrageous! And as if that was not enough Koen immediately started taping every single part of my disassembled skeleton separated on a board, preventing me helping him with the surgery to my own body and on top of that he called for Rosaleintje to keep an eye on me. As if that was necessary! I was not able to move a muscle, which I do not have by the way, but as a matter of speaking. I felt like a puppet, completely at his mercy. It was so humiliating!

I must admit that the surgery itself and restoring my hair, body-colour, and make-up was rather quick. It only took 3 weeks. And this even included a recast (One of my new mouth corners appeared to be out of place after the first cast, which of course never would have happened when I had been assisting !)

But now I have my new body and I must say that I really am quite content. Being able to keep my legs crossed again, or stand firmly on my toes, or scratching my left shoulder again with my right hand, or turning my head without risk of getting new tear in the skin in my neck and of course being able to pose my jaw and talk again is truly a delight.
It is surprising how you get used to covering up all these kind of little flaws and even getting attached to them. But having them as memories makes you aware that life without them really is very pleasant.

Ok, the photos:

As you can see they are not from the surgery. Hey, I am sorry, but it is not my fault. No need to remind you that I was in no condition to do it myself! I have begged Koen to make this series, but he simply refused, using excuses like ‘not glamorous enough for CD’ (as if that EVER has been one of his concerns!) and ‘Industrial espionage’, as if anyone would be able to get anything out of the kind of photos that he makes.

Anyway, the photos are from our surprise party for Koen when he turned 50. Yeah, you read it correct: 50! Soon I am going to put him on Ebay and sell him as a classic doll. ;) Buyers pay good money for classics, you know!

Koen actually did not want to celebrate his birthday. My giant family members thought they should accept this. Unacceptable of course! So inspite my terrible condition I took it upon me to offer Koen a real birthday cake. I learned this from the girls. They first make a base of a baked kind of clay made of a substance of white powder, water and some kind of grease they call butter and then cover it with some kind of clay which they call marzipan. But in the workshop we only have plasticine. Fortunately it looks exactly the same and it is similar chewable, which is important because MB giants have a digestive system, but they need to be able to chew first.

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Keeping something a secret ain’t simple when you work so close next to each other. Fortunately I could put Rosaleintje on guard to make sure that Koen would not find out what I was doing.

Making a cake in a workshop with the amount of materials we have is peanuts. For instance: Koens daughters only can use fake metal balls for decoration. But it is in fact some kind of crystal they call sugar, which is covered with a metal looking coating. I on the other hand have full access to Koens collection of metal bolts and nuts. Now they are the real deal!

Do I need to comment these pictures above? I don’t think so. It is quite obvious what happened. Let’s just say that Rosaleintje was fortunate to have me around to save the day. Sigh!

Needless to say that everybody loved the cake that Rosaleintje and I made. The only weird thing was that all of my MB family members were rather hesitant to eat our cake. I really had to persuade them. I guess they thought it was a pity to cut such a lovely cake into pieces and then chew it into some brownish mass before swallowing. Some of them even did put back the chewed mass to their plate, saying that it would be such a waste to swallow such lovely cake. We had to assure them several times that is really was fine with us to swallow, because I knew that it is MB dolls’ habit to do so.

Ok folks, friends and fans ;) That is all for now. I hope to treat you next month with a first hand report of my experience in what is knows amongst MB dolls to be the worlds finest theme park: The Efteling.

Thank you all for reading and special thanks to you who have send me cards and get-well-wishes. And special-special thanks to Koen for fixing me up ( got a completely new body! You will see it in the next series. Don’t miss it ! ;) ). And super-special-special thanks to Rosaleintje for covering for me, nursing me and assisting me. Rosy, you really are the best!

Xo,

Stellai

If you missed the previous report, then you can use this link to see it:
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(Stellai’s blog March 2015, written by Rosaleintje)

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