Tummy Tuck with MR Journey - Folsom, CA

I'm a 49 year old athletic woman, with two older teens, who were both 9.5lb babies. As a result, I had some loose skin and a flabby "outie" belly button, neither of which reflected my hours and hours at the gym and in Bikram. Tired of hiding my tummy, I had determined years ago that I would have a tummy tuck for my 50th birthday. Finally, I garnered up the courage to research doctors in the area, and I found Dr Clark in Folsom. My review is below, but she is AMAZING! I had a consult on a Friday, and then, luckily, she had a TT cancellation the following Tuesday. That was perfect timing for me with my work schedule, so I paid on the spot, grabbed that surgical time, and set myself on the way to a new tummy. No regrets! It's early yet in the recovery, but I can already tell that my new tummy is going to be all I dreamed of. :)

Well, I didn't write this review until Post Op Day 7 (POD 7), so I'll sum up the first week of my TT journey.

Day of Surgery: I was nervous all day but kept myself busy with TT-related errands. My doctor had asked me to keep the whole day open in case they were running ahead or behind of schedule, and I'm glad I did because they called around midday, asking me to come in a few hours early.
Once there, I was shown to the Surgical Suite, and then I changed into the patient gown, struggled with the paper booties, and added the surgical paper hat to my outfit. They did a pregnancy test (as they do for all female patients of child-bearing age), and then set me up with an IV of saline, gave me the Edema (prophylatically for nausea), and gave me tons of advice and support for the upcoming surgery. The doc came in, chatted, and marked me up with a pen as we discussed incision placement, process, and surgery related things.
Soon after, the anesthesiologist appeared, and gave me some "happy" juice, which, because I'm a complete lightweight, knocked me completely and quickly out.
What seemed very soon after that, but which was actually 2.5 hours I think, I woke up in the recovery room, having been there for an hour or so, with the nurse helping me into the wheelchair to go home.
I remember very little of the rest of that day. I remember a glimpse of the highway, my husband handfeeding me scrambled eggs at home, and not much else. The pain pump and the narcotics must have been working well, but I remember also that the experience wasn't completely pain-free.
That night was a blur too, with my husband helping me to the bathroom, emptying my drains, and helping me remember the meds. I remember being relieved to be on the flat side of the TT experience at last.
I didn't rent a hospital bed or recliner; instead, we just arranged a million cushions and pillows to help me sleep more upright and to support my knees. I was downstairs on the futon because the nurse had suggested that stairs might be a problem. Smart move, I think.

Day 2-3: these days were pretty uncomfortable overall, with my finding it hard to move without pulling stitches, and with plenty of pain meds. I'm a lightweight with Percocet and any narcotic, so I was either groggy and awake (beginning or end of Percocet cycle) or completely out of it (middle of Percocet cycle). I eventually was able to walk to the bathroom with my husband's help but with my supporting myself for the most part, and by day 4, I was able to be more self-sufficient mobility wise.