24 Years Old, 34B, 325 Cc - Wichita, KS

I'm not even 1 week post-op, but I need to know. When can I start working out again? I hate not working out daily. I feel gross. My doctor said to wait at least 3 weeks, then ease into it. I'm not allowed to do heavy weights until about 6 weeks out. Is this timeline similar to what any of you were told? When did you ladies start getting back into shape?

Yesterday I didn't take it easy at all and by last night I was so sore. I drove into town and walked around. I did some shopping and did chores around the house when I came back home. Driving was harder than I thought it would be. I didn't expect turning the steering wheel to use so many of those already tender muscles! So steer clear of driving. (Punny but lame joke.) Then just walking around was somewhat painful. It made me realize the real weight of the implants! But I can't wait until they start to get a little bounce. I did the dishes and a load of laundry that evening. That was more than I had done in the last 3 days combined. Lesson learned. Did I mention that ice is my new best friend? ALSO, my abdomen and torso have been swollen since the procedure. That's something I didn't expect to happen! I went into work today expecting it to be painful and awful, but today was a really good day!

Okay, gather 'round. It's story time. I forgot to mention this in the previous post, which is okay because that post was already way too long (sorry), but I'm going to tell you about my second consultation. The one my mom just HAD to go to so she could "ask a few questions." Because I know how my mom can be I wasn't really comfortable with her coming to the consultation. However, she's my mom so I let her. Dr. Shaw asked if we had any questions. This is a rough synopsis of what was said. I don't remember it word for word, but I'll do my best.
Overly-caring mom: "So are you saying my daughter isn't beautiful? She looks fine! She doesn't need this done. I don't know why she would ever want this done. It is beyond me. This is just ridiculous."
Me: (Speechless. Wide-eyed. Red face. Is it just me or did it suddenly become like a thousand degrees in here?)
Dr. Shaw: "I'm not saying she isn't beautiful or that she doesn't look fine, but this is something she wants to do. I am here to support and inform your daughter. You are not my patient. She is my patient."

You go, Dr. Shaw! He was very professional about it. He kept calm and I have to admit that I liked that he defended me. I'm not talking smack on my mom. I know she cares about me and I love her, but geez, was it ever embarrassing! I'm sure this was not Dr. Shaw's first run in with a mom! Also, this story was meant to be humorous, I'm not complaining at all! For those of you disappointed in my story, I never said this was going to be a good story! ;)

I was up at 2 in the morning the day of surgery. I was so nervous, it all seemed so surreal. We had to leave at 4:30 to get to the surgery center by 7 for the 8:00 procedure. (Super thankful to have a boyfriend willing to get up that early!) Before the surgery I was so nervous I felt like I was going to cry, but I didn't because I'm stubborn. It was nice to have my boyfriend there so I could have a hand to hold. The staff were all really comforting and professional. My nurse kept telling me how good I was going to look (she was right! I love my ladies!), how great Dr. Shaw is (fact.), and that it would be worth it (SO worth it.). I was thankful to have support from the medical team!

I woke up from the surgery with only a little tightness in my chest and slight burning at the incision sight. They said that was caused by something they use to stop the bleeding, but icing it would (and did) help. (By the way, NEVER STOP ICING. I can't tell you how much this helped me!) I was also shaking like I was cold, my teeth were even chattering, but the nurse said that was just a side effect of the anesthesia. I was prescribed medications for pain (to be taken every 4-6 hours), inflammation (to be taken twice daily), and nausea (to be taken as needed), as well as an antibiotic (to be taken twice daily).

The 2.5 hour drive home was surprisingly a piece of cake. My boyfriend and I sang the entire way home. (I'm an awful singer, so thanks, anesthesia for making me not have a care in the world!) I don't want to jinx myself, but after reading some reviews on here about waking up in tremendous pain, I think I must have been one of the lucky ones! That night I slept propped up on the couch, which I find to be very comfortable. The next morning at around 6 I started to feel nauseous. I took the anti-nausea prescription, but it was too late. Within a couple minutes I threw up. Later that morning my nurse called to check in on me. I told her I hadn't had any pain, but I had thrown up. She seemed a little concerned, but I told her I didn't think I took the anti-nausea med soon enough. She was happy to hear that I was doing so well and told me to call her if I needed anything.

The last couple days have been fine. I do have flatness on the bottom side of both of my boobs (yay, I actually have boobs now!), but I'm guessing thats just because it'll take time for the incision/scar to relax and stretch? Hopefully? At least, that's what I'm telling myself to keep from worrying. Honestly, I'm used to lifting weights and running every day so I've been bored out of my mind and itching to get back to the gym! Not only that, but I'm way too independent. I don't like anybody helping me with anything. Like, it's almost annoying to be asked if I need anything or want help doing something. (I know, I have a problem.) So it's been humbling, but frustrating, to be taken care of, even if it is against my own will haha. I would recommend for you to have good company with you, queue anything that looks interesting on Netflix, find a good book (or 5), and be prepared to take it easy. Anyway, my only regret is not doing it sooner. I love my size (pre-op 34B, 325 cc, post-op 36C or 34D (wowza)) and so far it has been more than worth it! I'll be going in this Wednesday for my follow-up appointment!