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An Experience Worth All the Way from Germany
My experience with Dr. Plovier / Be-Clinic
This will be a long post!
Reading these kinds of posts really helped me before my surgery, so I wanted to do a very detailed one myself.
Something About Me – I’m from Germany, 28 years old, and I’m 168 cm tall and weigh around 57 kg. I’ve wanted to get a breast augmentation for a while. In my teens, I had a quite large but also perky chest. However, after gaining and losing weight and binding my chest for a couple of years (as I wanted to look more androgynous), the shape and size of my once beautiful chest changed significantly. Over the past few years, I’ve also started to appreciate the look of bigger boobs and a more feminine appearance.
Through research and Instagram, my partner and I discovered Be Clinic in Belgium. We followed them for quite a while, looking at posts and stories, and then finally booked a consultation with Dr. Plovier in June 2024. We took the Deutsche Bahn from Germany to Brussels, which I cannot recommend!! The Deutsche Bahn always lets you down. It was fine for a weekend trip with the consultation, and we had a wonderful time in Brussels and at the Craves Hotel. But after surgery, during recovery, we definitely didn’t want to rely on Deutsche Bahn again, so we decided we’d go by car next time (it’s a 6-7 hour drive).
The Consultation – The day of our trip for the consultation finally arrived. I didn’t really know what to expect, but the clinic looked really fancy, modern, and tasteful.
I can be a very shy person, and I was incredibly nervous, but I felt very warmly welcomed by the nice and friendly staff. I was also relieved that it was okay for my partner to do some of the talking, as he’s more calm and collected and a native English speaker. I was so nervous that I could barely focus and sometimes reach a point where I don’t even know what I want or why I’m there. I’ve always been like this, especially in “new” situations but I’m working on it.
So we sat down in the waiting area, and after some time, we heard my name. We got up and went into the doctor’s consultation room. He asked me why I came in, and I explained what I wanted and why. I had a little vision board ready on my tablet with images of boobs I liked in terms of shape and size, so I showed him. He looked at it for quite a while and made a few notes. He also had a slight smirk on his face, which I think was because some of the examples I had were actually from his own work.
Then he asked me to get up and undress my upper body so he could take a look. He examined and measured, then said he could get me results close to what I showed him but would need to do a crescent lift on my left side. He also showed me the type of implants he uses (Motiva) and mentioned that he doesn’t do the “try-ons” anymore, as, in his experience, they can give a false idea of the final look and feel, so he doesn’t recommend them.
He asked me a few times if I had more questions, but as the shy person I am, my mind went completely blank. Honestly, though, I already had all the answers I needed and felt confident about getting the surgery done by him.
Overall, I’m very happy we traveled all the way to Belgium for the consultation. I know there are options for virtual or email consultations, but personally, I needed to meet the doctor in person to get a gut feeling and make my decision based on that.
That same day, we made the appointment and had to put down the deposit within a few days. Everything was set and booked for September.
The Surgery –
Honestly, I was counting down the weeks and days until the 9th of September. I just wanted it done. Everything was organized, planned, and booked. As the date got closer, I became more and more nervous. My main worries were about the anesthesia and the medication afterward. I had originally planned to only take paracetamol, ibuprofen, and antibiotics since I knew I handled those well. Spoiler: As soon as I was out of surgery, I took anything they gave me to feel better, haha!
We stayed at Villa Terlanen, about 10 minutes away from the clinic by car. I would totally stay there again - it was perfect for us, and we might even go back for a visit. It had a big comfy bed, large windows, a nice outdoor seating area, and was surrounded by forest and fresh air. The only downside was the steep staircase leading up to the villa, which was a bit tough to manage right after surgery. But by going slowly and with my partner guiding me, I managed just fine.
The day of surgery arrived, and I was so nervous and anxious that I ended up with a full-on migraine. Not being allowed to eat or drink until after the surgery didn’t help either, especially since my appointment was at 1 pm. By the time we drove to the clinic, I was ready to be put under just to escape the migraine! The closer we got, the more panicky I became. I even had a little cry in the car on the parking lot. My boyfriend, trying to console me, said, “No one’s forcing you to do this… You don’t have to go through with it if you want to back out.” That was all I needed to jump out of the car. There was no way I was going back home without my big boobies!
We arrived and checked in. Looking back, I feel a bit bad about the post crying face I showed up with - l receptionist seemed a little surprised, and I also felt bad for my boyfriend, as it might have looked like he dragged me there. I swear, this is just a “me” problem. I’m a total crybaby when it comes to anything medical. No matter how much I want something, I always have a little meltdown beforehand and overthink every tiny detail. You should have seen me before getting my wisdom teeth removed!
The Room –
We were guided to our room for the stay. It was bright, tidy, with a balcony and a nice view outside. My Boyfriend helped me to put on the compression stockings we had to buy for the surgery (the clinic sells them for 30€). They also gave me a fluffy robe and slippers, which I got to take home afterward.
After a while, Nurse Brigitte came in, introduced herself, and told me she would be taking care of me today. She was super lovely and immediately made me feel comfortable. She mentioned that the doctor was still in surgery but would come to me in the next 30-60 minutes.
The time passed, and I had my final consultation before the surgery. The doctor asked me again about the cup size I wanted, and I said D or E but I wasn’t 100% sure. But I brought my vision board again, which I had updated with a few more images. When I unlocked my tablet, he commented that he liked my background picture, a photo of my favorite flowers (blue/purple Hortensias). This little human interaction helped me to feel more connected and comfortable - a small detail, but it stuck with me.
He looked at my vision board and noted that the sizes and shapes were quite varied. I explained that I wasn’t totally sure what I wanted, but I knew I wanted boobs on the bigger side, just not crazy big. He repeated, “Big, but not crazy big” and nodded. I told him I trusted his judgment and experience to choose what would suit my body best and look visually appealing on me. That I didn’t wanted the super fake look but also not too natural droopy. I mentioned that I had read reviews where people wished they’d gone a little bigger and that I didn’t want to have any regrets. We both felt comfortable with that, and he started drawing on me for the surgery.
He asked me a few more times if I had any last questions, but I was ready to go. When he finished, he reassured me that everything would go great and turn out well, which sounded genuine and made me feel good. He then told me that the anesthetist and Nurse Jennifer would come in next and joked that I should let him know how good the anesthetist’s German was.
I went to the bathroom for one last look at my boobs - kind of saying goodbye to them, haha. Then the anesthetist and Jennifer came in to talk about the anesthesia. They introduced themselves, and the anesthetist (whose name I sadly don’t remember) joked, “I’m here to legally drug you up,” which made me giggle. Nurse Jennifer immediately sensed how nervous I was and was so comforting and bubbly that I felt better right away.
I told them both about my raging migraine and some other personal medical history. They laughed and said the migraine would soon be a distant memory. Jennifer wrapped her arm around me and guided me to the theatre as my eyes started to get a little teary.
To my surprise, the operating table was warmed up and super comfortable. Jennifer tucked the robe over me like a little blanket. Both she and the anesthetist kept chatting with me, doing their best to distract me and ease my nerves. By this point, my legs were shaking!
The last things I remember were the anesthetist saying he’d send his friends and family to this clinic because it’s hard to find a place like this even in Belgium, and me thinking how funny it was to be hearing German in this place and situation. Jennifer mentioned that she manages the clinic’s Instagram and got excited when I told her I watched all their stories. I also told her I have two Maine Coon cats. And then… I was out.
Waking Up –
Memories started coming back when I was wheeled back into my room. Later, my boyfriend told me that the first thing I must have said was that I was cold. Apparently, they asked him to step out for a moment so they could prepare the room and warm it up for me. I have no memory of this, haha!
The next thing I remember is me lying tucked in bed, with my boyfriend coming in. Brigitte told me that everything went well and brought me an ice popsicle. I asked her if I could finally drink something, but she said I had to wait another hour. That ice popsicle was the best thing ever. Honestly, I felt quite good after waking up, no nausea, no sore throat. The anesthetist must be really good at his job!
I looked down and thought, “Okay, they look big!!” I was happy! One of my worries was coming out too small. It all felt so surreal after all the research, following the stories on Instagram, reading reviews - and now here I was, waking up from surgery with what I hoped were my dream boobs. Brigitte checked in on me often, reassured us that we could stay as long as we needed, and helped me when I needed to go to the bathroom.
Dr. Plovier also stopped by shortly after the surgery. He said everything went really well and even showed me a before-and-after picture on his phone. (I still want this picture to this day since it wasn’t posted even asked the nurse before we left if I could have it and she said yes and did a little note, but I understand that they’re busy with more important things!)
The Doctor told me that he had put in 575cc, which surprised me because I thought I’d be under 500cc! I was so happy because I knew this definitely wouldn’t be too small. I was also really glad I got to see Dr. Plovier again after the surgery.
Around 6/7 pm, we left. Brigitte went over all the medications with us, and we bought another surgical bra since I have to wear it day and night for 6 weeks, and then another 6 weeks just at night. Brigitte wheeled me to the car and gave me a proper hug goodbye. She was so lovely!
After Surgery
I felt like an elephant was standing on my chest - such a heavy pressure. The pain was bearable, though. We even drove to a sushi place around the corner to get dinner. I was so hungry, and finally having some food felt amazing.
We stayed one more day in Belgium so we could attend the 48-hour check-up before driving back to Germany. I don’t have many memories from that time, other than being in pain every time I moved. I took all the medication. The oxycodone made me a bit nauseous, but it was better than the pain. I was pretty much drugged up with painkillers the whole time.
One night, I got up to go to the bathroom with my boyfriend’s help and didn’t listen to his advice to take it slow. I stood up too quickly and suddenly found myself on the floor. Luckily I didn’t hurt myself!
I have to admit I completely underestimated the recovery process. Going in, my biggest worry was the surgery itself and the pain meds afterward. But this is a major surgery; the implants I got are definitely on the bigger side, and on top of that I also had a lift.
The day after surgery was still okay, as I knew I could just lie in bed all day, sleep, cuddle, and watch movies. One of the nurses called us in the afternoon to check up on me, and we had a lovely, bubbly chat. I think it was Jennifer.
Also, get yourself a big pregnancy pillow! It’s essential for recovery.
The Travel Back
The next day, I felt a bit rougher than the day before. Getting dressed, walking to the car, and getting in was a struggle - I felt like a zombie. The check-up appointment went well and was important. A nurse, whose name I sadly don’t remember, but she was just as friendly and bubbly as the other two, changed my dressings, asked how I felt, and checked if I was ready to travel. When she heard how long I’d be in the car, she suggested I put the compression stockings back on. My boyfriend quickly got them from the car, and she helped me put them on.
I also had my first glance at my boobs. They looked big and a little funky, but I was prepared for that - I knew they’d take weeks to settle and look good. Dr. Plovier had also warned me that they wouldn’t look their best in the first few weeks. They felt very heavy when I took the bra off. We scheduled another check-up appointment with the doctor in 12 weeks - this time via video call.
The drive back was very exhausting for me. We drove straight for 7 hours without stopping. It probably would have been better to take 1-2 breaks to walk around a bit, but I think we both just wanted to get home as quickly as possible. I was also worried about the pain of getting in and out of the car. This drive confirmed that taking the car instead of the Deutsche Bahn was 100% the right decision.
When we finally arrived and I got out of the car, I didn’t feel well at all. I was nauseous from the medication, and after sitting for 7 hours, I felt very light-headed. But we made it home!
First Days Home
My boyfriend took amazing care of me all day and night. I was in pain, but the medication really helped. Most of the time, I was in bed playing Stardew Valley on my Switch or watching shows. Something I wasn’t prepared for was that I couldn’t go to the bathroom. By Friday (surgery was a Monday) we called the clinic because I started to look six months pregnant and felt uncomfortable. They told me to try stopping the oxycodone, as it can cause constipation. I also took some over-the-counter medication from the pharmacy, and both of these helped. Just be prepared for this, as I didn’t had this issue on my bingo card. It definitely brought my boyfriend and me even closer.
Second Week of Recovery -
This is the present. As I’m typing this 12 days after surgery, I can say this week has been different from the first one … obviously.
However, I still underestimated the second week. I thought I would feel much better by now, but I made the mistake of trying to stop the ibuprofen too early and not waiting a couple of days to be pain-free. This seemed to disrupt the pain medication levels. While I can move much more freely now and don’t need help with every little thing, the pain from the lift on the left side was really bad this week. At times, I felt like going up the walls because of the painful pinching sensation. I was so worried I might have hurt myself with a sudden movement that I called the clinic again. They reassured me and advised me to continue taking the ibuprofen since my comfort is the most important thing right now. Just knowing I can call them anytime and that they take the time to listen to my worries means a lot.
As for the appearance of my boobs, I find myself looking at them more and more. I occasionally open the bra to sneak a peek. I have to admit they already look and feel so much better than last week, and I’m excited to see how they’ll change and settle over the next few weeks—especially when I only have to wear the surgical bra at night and can finally go bra shopping!
In two days, I’ll be getting my stitches removed by a local nurse, which I’m looking forward to. Then it’s just one more week with the dressings, and I can finally take a proper shower again!
I will keep doing updates!
I have a consultation in Berlin this November for a nose job. Depending on how well that goes, I’m also considering going back to Be-Clinic for the nose. I just wish there were more reviews about it!
This will be a long post!
Reading these kinds of posts really helped me before my surgery, so I wanted to do a very detailed one myself.
Something About Me – I’m from Germany, 28 years old, and I’m 168 cm tall and weigh around 57 kg. I’ve wanted to get a breast augmentation for a while. In my teens, I had a quite large but also perky chest. However, after gaining and losing weight and binding my chest for a couple of years (as I wanted to look more androgynous), the shape and size of my once beautiful chest changed significantly. Over the past few years, I’ve also started to appreciate the look of bigger boobs and a more feminine appearance.
Through research and Instagram, my partner and I discovered Be Clinic in Belgium. We followed them for quite a while, looking at posts and stories, and then finally booked a consultation with Dr. Plovier in June 2024. We took the Deutsche Bahn from Germany to Brussels, which I cannot recommend!! The Deutsche Bahn always lets you down. It was fine for a weekend trip with the consultation, and we had a wonderful time in Brussels and at the Craves Hotel. But after surgery, during recovery, we definitely didn’t want to rely on Deutsche Bahn again, so we decided we’d go by car next time (it’s a 6-7 hour drive).
The Consultation – The day of our trip for the consultation finally arrived. I didn’t really know what to expect, but the clinic looked really fancy, modern, and tasteful.
I can be a very shy person, and I was incredibly nervous, but I felt very warmly welcomed by the nice and friendly staff. I was also relieved that it was okay for my partner to do some of the talking, as he’s more calm and collected and a native English speaker. I was so nervous that I could barely focus and sometimes reach a point where I don’t even know what I want or why I’m there. I’ve always been like this, especially in “new” situations but I’m working on it.
So we sat down in the waiting area, and after some time, we heard my name. We got up and went into the doctor’s consultation room. He asked me why I came in, and I explained what I wanted and why. I had a little vision board ready on my tablet with images of boobs I liked in terms of shape and size, so I showed him. He looked at it for quite a while and made a few notes. He also had a slight smirk on his face, which I think was because some of the examples I had were actually from his own work.
Then he asked me to get up and undress my upper body so he could take a look. He examined and measured, then said he could get me results close to what I showed him but would need to do a crescent lift on my left side. He also showed me the type of implants he uses (Motiva) and mentioned that he doesn’t do the “try-ons” anymore, as, in his experience, they can give a false idea of the final look and feel, so he doesn’t recommend them.
He asked me a few times if I had more questions, but as the shy person I am, my mind went completely blank. Honestly, though, I already had all the answers I needed and felt confident about getting the surgery done by him.
Overall, I’m very happy we traveled all the way to Belgium for the consultation. I know there are options for virtual or email consultations, but personally, I needed to meet the doctor in person to get a gut feeling and make my decision based on that.
That same day, we made the appointment and had to put down the deposit within a few days. Everything was set and booked for September.
The Surgery –
Honestly, I was counting down the weeks and days until the 9th of September. I just wanted it done. Everything was organized, planned, and booked. As the date got closer, I became more and more nervous. My main worries were about the anesthesia and the medication afterward. I had originally planned to only take paracetamol, ibuprofen, and antibiotics since I knew I handled those well. Spoiler: As soon as I was out of surgery, I took anything they gave me to feel better, haha!
We stayed at Villa Terlanen, about 10 minutes away from the clinic by car. I would totally stay there again - it was perfect for us, and we might even go back for a visit. It had a big comfy bed, large windows, a nice outdoor seating area, and was surrounded by forest and fresh air. The only downside was the steep staircase leading up to the villa, which was a bit tough to manage right after surgery. But by going slowly and with my partner guiding me, I managed just fine.
The day of surgery arrived, and I was so nervous and anxious that I ended up with a full-on migraine. Not being allowed to eat or drink until after the surgery didn’t help either, especially since my appointment was at 1 pm. By the time we drove to the clinic, I was ready to be put under just to escape the migraine! The closer we got, the more panicky I became. I even had a little cry in the car on the parking lot. My boyfriend, trying to console me, said, “No one’s forcing you to do this… You don’t have to go through with it if you want to back out.” That was all I needed to jump out of the car. There was no way I was going back home without my big boobies!
We arrived and checked in. Looking back, I feel a bit bad about the post crying face I showed up with - l receptionist seemed a little surprised, and I also felt bad for my boyfriend, as it might have looked like he dragged me there. I swear, this is just a “me” problem. I’m a total crybaby when it comes to anything medical. No matter how much I want something, I always have a little meltdown beforehand and overthink every tiny detail. You should have seen me before getting my wisdom teeth removed!
The Room –
We were guided to our room for the stay. It was bright, tidy, with a balcony and a nice view outside. My Boyfriend helped me to put on the compression stockings we had to buy for the surgery (the clinic sells them for 30€). They also gave me a fluffy robe and slippers, which I got to take home afterward.
After a while, Nurse Brigitte came in, introduced herself, and told me she would be taking care of me today. She was super lovely and immediately made me feel comfortable. She mentioned that the doctor was still in surgery but would come to me in the next 30-60 minutes.
The time passed, and I had my final consultation before the surgery. The doctor asked me again about the cup size I wanted, and I said D or E but I wasn’t 100% sure. But I brought my vision board again, which I had updated with a few more images. When I unlocked my tablet, he commented that he liked my background picture, a photo of my favorite flowers (blue/purple Hortensias). This little human interaction helped me to feel more connected and comfortable - a small detail, but it stuck with me.
He looked at my vision board and noted that the sizes and shapes were quite varied. I explained that I wasn’t totally sure what I wanted, but I knew I wanted boobs on the bigger side, just not crazy big. He repeated, “Big, but not crazy big” and nodded. I told him I trusted his judgment and experience to choose what would suit my body best and look visually appealing on me. That I didn’t wanted the super fake look but also not too natural droopy. I mentioned that I had read reviews where people wished they’d gone a little bigger and that I didn’t want to have any regrets. We both felt comfortable with that, and he started drawing on me for the surgery.
He asked me a few more times if I had any last questions, but I was ready to go. When he finished, he reassured me that everything would go great and turn out well, which sounded genuine and made me feel good. He then told me that the anesthetist and Nurse Jennifer would come in next and joked that I should let him know how good the anesthetist’s German was.
I went to the bathroom for one last look at my boobs - kind of saying goodbye to them, haha. Then the anesthetist and Jennifer came in to talk about the anesthesia. They introduced themselves, and the anesthetist (whose name I sadly don’t remember) joked, “I’m here to legally drug you up,” which made me giggle. Nurse Jennifer immediately sensed how nervous I was and was so comforting and bubbly that I felt better right away.
I told them both about my raging migraine and some other personal medical history. They laughed and said the migraine would soon be a distant memory. Jennifer wrapped her arm around me and guided me to the theatre as my eyes started to get a little teary.
To my surprise, the operating table was warmed up and super comfortable. Jennifer tucked the robe over me like a little blanket. Both she and the anesthetist kept chatting with me, doing their best to distract me and ease my nerves. By this point, my legs were shaking!
The last things I remember were the anesthetist saying he’d send his friends and family to this clinic because it’s hard to find a place like this even in Belgium, and me thinking how funny it was to be hearing German in this place and situation. Jennifer mentioned that she manages the clinic’s Instagram and got excited when I told her I watched all their stories. I also told her I have two Maine Coon cats. And then… I was out.
Waking Up –
Memories started coming back when I was wheeled back into my room. Later, my boyfriend told me that the first thing I must have said was that I was cold. Apparently, they asked him to step out for a moment so they could prepare the room and warm it up for me. I have no memory of this, haha!
The next thing I remember is me lying tucked in bed, with my boyfriend coming in. Brigitte told me that everything went well and brought me an ice popsicle. I asked her if I could finally drink something, but she said I had to wait another hour. That ice popsicle was the best thing ever. Honestly, I felt quite good after waking up, no nausea, no sore throat. The anesthetist must be really good at his job!
I looked down and thought, “Okay, they look big!!” I was happy! One of my worries was coming out too small. It all felt so surreal after all the research, following the stories on Instagram, reading reviews - and now here I was, waking up from surgery with what I hoped were my dream boobs. Brigitte checked in on me often, reassured us that we could stay as long as we needed, and helped me when I needed to go to the bathroom.
Dr. Plovier also stopped by shortly after the surgery. He said everything went really well and even showed me a before-and-after picture on his phone. (I still want this picture to this day since it wasn’t posted even asked the nurse before we left if I could have it and she said yes and did a little note, but I understand that they’re busy with more important things!)
The Doctor told me that he had put in 575cc, which surprised me because I thought I’d be under 500cc! I was so happy because I knew this definitely wouldn’t be too small. I was also really glad I got to see Dr. Plovier again after the surgery.
Around 6/7 pm, we left. Brigitte went over all the medications with us, and we bought another surgical bra since I have to wear it day and night for 6 weeks, and then another 6 weeks just at night. Brigitte wheeled me to the car and gave me a proper hug goodbye. She was so lovely!
After Surgery
I felt like an elephant was standing on my chest - such a heavy pressure. The pain was bearable, though. We even drove to a sushi place around the corner to get dinner. I was so hungry, and finally having some food felt amazing.
We stayed one more day in Belgium so we could attend the 48-hour check-up before driving back to Germany. I don’t have many memories from that time, other than being in pain every time I moved. I took all the medication. The oxycodone made me a bit nauseous, but it was better than the pain. I was pretty much drugged up with painkillers the whole time.
One night, I got up to go to the bathroom with my boyfriend’s help and didn’t listen to his advice to take it slow. I stood up too quickly and suddenly found myself on the floor. Luckily I didn’t hurt myself!
I have to admit I completely underestimated the recovery process. Going in, my biggest worry was the surgery itself and the pain meds afterward. But this is a major surgery; the implants I got are definitely on the bigger side, and on top of that I also had a lift.
The day after surgery was still okay, as I knew I could just lie in bed all day, sleep, cuddle, and watch movies. One of the nurses called us in the afternoon to check up on me, and we had a lovely, bubbly chat. I think it was Jennifer.
Also, get yourself a big pregnancy pillow! It’s essential for recovery.
The Travel Back
The next day, I felt a bit rougher than the day before. Getting dressed, walking to the car, and getting in was a struggle - I felt like a zombie. The check-up appointment went well and was important. A nurse, whose name I sadly don’t remember, but she was just as friendly and bubbly as the other two, changed my dressings, asked how I felt, and checked if I was ready to travel. When she heard how long I’d be in the car, she suggested I put the compression stockings back on. My boyfriend quickly got them from the car, and she helped me put them on.
I also had my first glance at my boobs. They looked big and a little funky, but I was prepared for that - I knew they’d take weeks to settle and look good. Dr. Plovier had also warned me that they wouldn’t look their best in the first few weeks. They felt very heavy when I took the bra off. We scheduled another check-up appointment with the doctor in 12 weeks - this time via video call.
The drive back was very exhausting for me. We drove straight for 7 hours without stopping. It probably would have been better to take 1-2 breaks to walk around a bit, but I think we both just wanted to get home as quickly as possible. I was also worried about the pain of getting in and out of the car. This drive confirmed that taking the car instead of the Deutsche Bahn was 100% the right decision.
When we finally arrived and I got out of the car, I didn’t feel well at all. I was nauseous from the medication, and after sitting for 7 hours, I felt very light-headed. But we made it home!
First Days Home
My boyfriend took amazing care of me all day and night. I was in pain, but the medication really helped. Most of the time, I was in bed playing Stardew Valley on my Switch or watching shows. Something I wasn’t prepared for was that I couldn’t go to the bathroom. By Friday (surgery was a Monday) we called the clinic because I started to look six months pregnant and felt uncomfortable. They told me to try stopping the oxycodone, as it can cause constipation. I also took some over-the-counter medication from the pharmacy, and both of these helped. Just be prepared for this, as I didn’t had this issue on my bingo card. It definitely brought my boyfriend and me even closer.
Second Week of Recovery -
This is the present. As I’m typing this 12 days after surgery, I can say this week has been different from the first one … obviously.
However, I still underestimated the second week. I thought I would feel much better by now, but I made the mistake of trying to stop the ibuprofen too early and not waiting a couple of days to be pain-free. This seemed to disrupt the pain medication levels. While I can move much more freely now and don’t need help with every little thing, the pain from the lift on the left side was really bad this week. At times, I felt like going up the walls because of the painful pinching sensation. I was so worried I might have hurt myself with a sudden movement that I called the clinic again. They reassured me and advised me to continue taking the ibuprofen since my comfort is the most important thing right now. Just knowing I can call them anytime and that they take the time to listen to my worries means a lot.
As for the appearance of my boobs, I find myself looking at them more and more. I occasionally open the bra to sneak a peek. I have to admit they already look and feel so much better than last week, and I’m excited to see how they’ll change and settle over the next few weeks—especially when I only have to wear the surgical bra at night and can finally go bra shopping!
In two days, I’ll be getting my stitches removed by a local nurse, which I’m looking forward to. Then it’s just one more week with the dressings, and I can finally take a proper shower again!
I will keep doing updates!
I have a consultation in Berlin this November for a nose job. Depending on how well that goes, I’m also considering going back to Be-Clinic for the nose. I just wish there were more reviews about it!
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