23 Years Old. Lift and 533 CC Allegran Implant on Right 457 on Left. Las Vegas, NV

Been really busy and a lot of crazy traumatic things happening in my life lately. Here's some photos for you. They are healing well now and the scars around the areola aren't visible and they are a natural symmetrical round shape which I'm very happy about. The vertical scars are visible but not to worried about them. I can't sleep on my stomach comfortable because they are too big and I feel weird about squishing them like that anyway. Do they look okay to you girls or low or anything? I'm not sure! Hope everyone else is doing well.

Ok so I had a rough few days there! Doc put me on a bunch of different antibiotics that caused the worst yeast infection of my entire life. Like blistering painful. So I went to the doc to get a prescription for that and it went away. It was bad enough to where I didn't care what was going on with the boobs anymore :p

My fungal infection on the insicion is going away thank goodness. It really sucks that I got that because now the scar will probably be a little more unsightly. Oh well it's just a scar. I actually really enjoy changing the dressing and taking care of it. Should have been a nurse :p

I'm taking a lot of time off work which I don't like because I LOVE my job and am really missing it. But it is very hard work and I just want to take it as easy as possible till I'm out of the woods completely. It is sooo hard to be patient. I just want to work out and run and ride my bike and do everything that I would normally do but I am literally not allowed to :( I did slowly walk four miles yesterday outside. Mozied as slow as I could so my heart rate wouldn't go up. The antibiotics can give you a stomach ache and I got a horrible one half way on my way back!!

I went to try on bras at Victoria secret because I was curious what my size is and I go beyond their sizes for me :( which is happy and sad news at the same time because I love their bras. I found a 34 G cup at another store and it was small on me too. Crazy!! I didn't get that huge of implants but I was already wearing a 34 DDD at VS so maybe just my boobs plus the new boobs took me over the edge. Now I'll have to order bras online or find some specialty store.

Hi Ladies, I know it's been a while. Have had a LOT going on!! If you want to stick with me through this whole story I will break it into a few posts so it isn't all at once but it is a really big update at all the crazy stuff that has been going on!!


So things were going great with my healing until that compression band I talked about in my previous post. It was putting too much pressure on the incision so the doctor told me to stop wearing it and he put this new plastic thing on both my incisions that was just invented by some beverly hills surgeon. It would take pressure off the incision.

I noticed almost immediately that water started getting under it and it was dissolving my scab underneath. I sent pictures to my dr's assistant and told her what was going on and how water was getting out of there and brown fluid from the dissolved scab was leaking out of this thing. She said the incision looks fine and just leave the plastic thing on for a week. So this is what I did. I tried very carefully when taking a shower to not get it wet whatsoever because I knew it was a problem and a wet wound just doesn't sound logical to me even if they said it should be fine.

Well I started work again after my two weeks of not working and went straight into having a four day evaluation for a promotion. On day 4 I got so sick that I had to take an hour long break because I looked like a zombie walking around and they actually worried about me. I did get the promotion anyway! Unfortunately I went home with a 102.5 fever that night. I saw the doctor the next day. He then told me the wet wound might be a concern because it could cause a fungal infection. Well thanks....coulda said something before of what I need to watch for when I initially asked. I told him that I was washing my bra but it wasn't smelling very good. (thinking I was just a stinky person) Took the bra off and he finally took the dreadful plastic things off and BOOM the smell hit you in the face. The stupid things caused a fungal infection on my skin and it was DISGUSTING. I couldn't really see it through the plastic though because all the scab was dissolved and all over the place like I mentioned before. He looked at my throat and said my tonsils were the size of golfballs and I probably had strep throat too. I said I wasn't sure but I might have a UTI too. So I had a LOT of things wrong all at once!!! He prescribed me antibiotics and told me to change the dressing 2 times a day. He wanted to see me the next day but I had a flight booked to Utah for the next morning to be a bridesmaid in my best friends wedding. My flight was at 9:50 so he told me he will come in early at 7:30 so he can see me.

THE NEXT MORNING:
The next morning I drove over there feeling pretty bad still. My fever still at 102.5..my strep throat...fungal infection and some sort of UTI. I drive my huge diesel stick shift to his office and wait for him to get there. When he arrives and sees me and sees how much better it is after just one day of not wearing the plastic he is much happier. He told me to take it very easy and rest if I will be going to this wedding and that he slightly worries if anything happens because it will be too far for him to help me.

I finish the appointment and go to my truck and decide it is best if I cancel my flight and not go to the wedding. I don't want to get my grandparents or anyone sick and I'm not sure if I can stay standing that whole time since even walking up the stairs I am winded and have to lay down from being so sick. I then leave my truck on and shut the door and run back into the office to tell them I'm staying home and not going to my best friends wedding to be a bridesmaid which i'm very upset about. I run back to my truck only to find that the door has locked and EVERYTHING is inside. My keys in the ignition with it running, my cell phone, wallet etc. Up to this point I have not cried at all about anything that had been happening to me in regards to my health but it was at this moment when I broke down because I realized the world was against me and I am being punished or something. I run back in and they call me a locksmith. $120 later and I am back in my car. I call my dad since I finally could get to my cell phone and he says "Oh I hid a spare key to your truck in a secret spot for you, you didn't need to call the locksmith." That's when I break down again.

The worst day of my life and it was only 10:00 am at this point!! I'll finish up with my story but this is good for segment one for now. Thanks for reading through everyone and all the help and encouragement you give.