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3 Weeks Pre-op: I've been reading this message...
3 Weeks Pre-op:
I've been reading this message board nonstop ever since my approval for breast reduction surgery on September 5, 2013. It's a day I'll never forget! Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I'm 21 years old. I am 4'11". I weigh about 115 lbs. I wear a 32 DDD/F, whatever you want to call it. I have wanted breast reduction surgery for as long as I can remember. I remember developing really fast in my mid teens. I went through bras very quickly. I remember nothing ever fitting for too long. Always buying new bras! My poor mother. I am so grateful to her for being through it all with me. I am the only girl in my family with a large chest. My sister is a 32 A and my mom has always been around a B. They've been a huge support, but at the same time, always told me that I am beautiful the way I am and that I dont know how lucky and blessed I am to have what I have. I appreciate their loving comments, but excuse it because I know they could never possibly understand the strain my boobs have put on me for the past 7 or so years of my life. Haha!!
(**before you continue reading, I'll warn you. I'm about to go into MAJOR detail. If you find this boring, please skip ahead to my next update)
I've always dreamed of having this surgery but I didnt start SERIOUSLY seriously thinking about making this surgery a reality until about a year and a half ago. Last year, I lived in Seattle while I attended an Aveda Institute for cosmetology. It was the most hectic year of my life. Between a really tough cosmo school and working at Starbucks part-time, I was on my feet about 65 hours a week. All while trying to maintain a social life and keep up on loads of homework, ETC. The cherry on top was an injury to my back last summer. I went cliff jumping in Bellingham, WA... jumped 30 feet into the water. I landed feet first, perfectly normal. It is a relatively safe, local spot for jumping. When I hit the water, my back went into shock. I went into shock. I blacked out for a few seconds and then got to the side of the river. My back was spasming for a good 25 minutes. I was in a hunched over position that I couldnt break out of. I felt pretty dumb!! I saw a chiropractor three times a week for a good 6 months. The spinal discs in my back were twisted on top of nerves. It was excrutiating. He determined that my breasts we a big part of the problem. I had so much pain and stress in my back previous to the incident that my body went into shock. I still can't really understand the full reason why this happened. I'm just gonna go ahead and blame my boobs! Haha. Bottom line is - my breasts are a huge stress on my body. I'm short. They are too large for my small frame. And I'm OVER IT. I need this taken care of so I can move on with my life! I want to follow my dream of becoming an incredible hair stylist and I don't want this to get in the way of doing exactly what I want to do.
I graduated from the Institute in February 2013 and moved back to California in March. The same week I moved back, I had two consultations set up for breast reduction surgery. I was so determined to get this taken care of. I met with the first PS and I didnt really care for him. I saw that he did nice work, but I wasnt completely confident. We had the consultation. I didnt really feel like he went out of his way to answer all of my questions. He sure as heck didnt bring up anything extra to discuss. I talked more to the insurance lady about what the surgery would be like rather than the surgeon himself! Two days later, I met with my *dream* surgeon. She told me everything I needed to know about surgery. The good, bad, and the ugly. She was wonderful. I asked maybe 5 questions total. She answered more questions than I could ever ask! She decided I was a perfect candidate for the surgery and that she wanted to be MY surgeon. I was sold! Hehe. She took some pictures and then I went on to meet with the insurance lady. Then I went home.
Over the next few months I was determined to start building the best case I could for my insurance company. I met with my doctor several times. I saw a chiropractor. I saw an osteopathologist. I was just about to start physical therapy in September when the insurance lady called me from the PS office. I assumed she was just calling to check in. But I answered and she said, "well you've been approved...". I had no idea what she was talking about, she never told me she was going to submit a claim to my insurance company when I met with her in March! I was in shock. I tried holding back the tears. I just said "okay, let me call you back". I remember hanging up the phone and dropping to the floor in one happy, sobbing mess. Call me dramatic, but whatever. I was in a state of pure bliss! I also had a giant pit in my stomach... SURGERY... AHH! I've never had surgery before... So I'm a tad scared to death. Mainly because of my needle phobia. But, I've never wanted anything so much in my life. So, I gotta grow up and get over it.
I called her back and we decided on a date. November 12, 2013! And now I'm HERE. I have a little under 3 weeks until my surgery. It has officially started sinking in that this is real. It's really going to happen!! I am a pretty lucky girl. I understand how hard it has been for so many to get this surgery. It's such a life changing deal. I cannot wait to start exercising. Get into shape for the first time in my life. Wear only one bra at once. Not a bra that doesnt even fit me, with one or two sports bras over the top of that. I cant wait to go BRA-LESS. And dont even get me started on bathing suits. I simply cannot wait
I've been reading this message board nonstop ever since my approval for breast reduction surgery on September 5, 2013. It's a day I'll never forget! Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I'm 21 years old. I am 4'11". I weigh about 115 lbs. I wear a 32 DDD/F, whatever you want to call it. I have wanted breast reduction surgery for as long as I can remember. I remember developing really fast in my mid teens. I went through bras very quickly. I remember nothing ever fitting for too long. Always buying new bras! My poor mother. I am so grateful to her for being through it all with me. I am the only girl in my family with a large chest. My sister is a 32 A and my mom has always been around a B. They've been a huge support, but at the same time, always told me that I am beautiful the way I am and that I dont know how lucky and blessed I am to have what I have. I appreciate their loving comments, but excuse it because I know they could never possibly understand the strain my boobs have put on me for the past 7 or so years of my life. Haha!!
(**before you continue reading, I'll warn you. I'm about to go into MAJOR detail. If you find this boring, please skip ahead to my next update)
I've always dreamed of having this surgery but I didnt start SERIOUSLY seriously thinking about making this surgery a reality until about a year and a half ago. Last year, I lived in Seattle while I attended an Aveda Institute for cosmetology. It was the most hectic year of my life. Between a really tough cosmo school and working at Starbucks part-time, I was on my feet about 65 hours a week. All while trying to maintain a social life and keep up on loads of homework, ETC. The cherry on top was an injury to my back last summer. I went cliff jumping in Bellingham, WA... jumped 30 feet into the water. I landed feet first, perfectly normal. It is a relatively safe, local spot for jumping. When I hit the water, my back went into shock. I went into shock. I blacked out for a few seconds and then got to the side of the river. My back was spasming for a good 25 minutes. I was in a hunched over position that I couldnt break out of. I felt pretty dumb!! I saw a chiropractor three times a week for a good 6 months. The spinal discs in my back were twisted on top of nerves. It was excrutiating. He determined that my breasts we a big part of the problem. I had so much pain and stress in my back previous to the incident that my body went into shock. I still can't really understand the full reason why this happened. I'm just gonna go ahead and blame my boobs! Haha. Bottom line is - my breasts are a huge stress on my body. I'm short. They are too large for my small frame. And I'm OVER IT. I need this taken care of so I can move on with my life! I want to follow my dream of becoming an incredible hair stylist and I don't want this to get in the way of doing exactly what I want to do.
I graduated from the Institute in February 2013 and moved back to California in March. The same week I moved back, I had two consultations set up for breast reduction surgery. I was so determined to get this taken care of. I met with the first PS and I didnt really care for him. I saw that he did nice work, but I wasnt completely confident. We had the consultation. I didnt really feel like he went out of his way to answer all of my questions. He sure as heck didnt bring up anything extra to discuss. I talked more to the insurance lady about what the surgery would be like rather than the surgeon himself! Two days later, I met with my *dream* surgeon. She told me everything I needed to know about surgery. The good, bad, and the ugly. She was wonderful. I asked maybe 5 questions total. She answered more questions than I could ever ask! She decided I was a perfect candidate for the surgery and that she wanted to be MY surgeon. I was sold! Hehe. She took some pictures and then I went on to meet with the insurance lady. Then I went home.
Over the next few months I was determined to start building the best case I could for my insurance company. I met with my doctor several times. I saw a chiropractor. I saw an osteopathologist. I was just about to start physical therapy in September when the insurance lady called me from the PS office. I assumed she was just calling to check in. But I answered and she said, "well you've been approved...". I had no idea what she was talking about, she never told me she was going to submit a claim to my insurance company when I met with her in March! I was in shock. I tried holding back the tears. I just said "okay, let me call you back". I remember hanging up the phone and dropping to the floor in one happy, sobbing mess. Call me dramatic, but whatever. I was in a state of pure bliss! I also had a giant pit in my stomach... SURGERY... AHH! I've never had surgery before... So I'm a tad scared to death. Mainly because of my needle phobia. But, I've never wanted anything so much in my life. So, I gotta grow up and get over it.
I called her back and we decided on a date. November 12, 2013! And now I'm HERE. I have a little under 3 weeks until my surgery. It has officially started sinking in that this is real. It's really going to happen!! I am a pretty lucky girl. I understand how hard it has been for so many to get this surgery. It's such a life changing deal. I cannot wait to start exercising. Get into shape for the first time in my life. Wear only one bra at once. Not a bra that doesnt even fit me, with one or two sports bras over the top of that. I cant wait to go BRA-LESS. And dont even get me started on bathing suits. I simply cannot wait
Just wanted to add a few every day pictures.
Nerves are coming on STRONG
My anxiety has gone through the roof lately. I have what I guess is called Trichotillomania. It comes around when I am in extremely stressful situations. I pull out my eyebrows and my eyelashes. It's NUTS! But it's here. The hair isn't completely gone. And I'm praying it doesn't get THAT BAD that it's all gone! Lol. I've also been clenching my jaw at night while I sleep. I clench harder and harder until it feels like my teeth are going to break. I know it's real because my jaw is sore in the morning. It's awful! I think I need professional help. Haha. Ugh. But yeah these things are starting to kick in. It's just needles. I hate needles. I hate phobias. I wish they would go away. I know it will all be worth the pain and suffering once I have my new perky little boobs. I have my pre-op appt tomorrow in SF. I know that will help to calm my nerves just talking about what's to come. It will be reassuring. I hope. Goodnight!