Awake for explant of breast implants! I had implants for 20+years!

I must say - I am extremely happy about this whole process.
So, I'll tell you about my day. 
In the morning I took the prescribed medication. I went to a job interview at 12:30pm and then arrived at the dr office around 1:15pm. I was extremely nervous. Because I chose local anesthesia instead of general - I saved thousands of dollars and had the procedure at my doctors office. 
At the office, my sister and niece waited for me during the whole thing. I feel/felt so supported and loved. They called me back to a room where I changed into a robe and took the Ativan previously prescribed and directed to bring to the office. After about 15 minutes or so, they came and moved me to the procedure room. It looked like a surgery room but I guess it was a little hit different. 
Once they set me up in the room the meds were totally kicking in. At this point things get a little blurry for me. I do not remember feeling any pain. In fact, at my post op appointment the doc told me at one point I told him he was tickling me and began laughing. I don't remember that lol. 
I do remember appreciating that they blocked my view with a curtain and that the doc told me if I feel any pain, he has local anesthesia he can use to alleviate it right away. I told him a couple times to give me some of that juice and it totally worked. 
There was also a very unique and extremely loud sound I heard during the process. It was like a loud fast clicking. Later at the post op appt my doc said that because I had textured implants, it was kind of like pulling Velcro apart when pulling out. And that was the sound I heard. He said he heard it too, but it wasn't as loud for him. This was the jarring thing and memorable thing of the whole process. Not too bad, eh? 
The whole thing is like a blurry night of heavy drinking. Things came back in pieces and I was aware for some of it and have also forgotten certain portions. The process was less than two hours. 
So after, they wheeled me out to my sisters car. I went home and took some meds. I was sore and drugged up for about two day. And that's it.
I'm still recovering and having the sutures removed in about 10 minutes. There has been minimal pain and it's continuously decreasing every day.
I'm so happy I did this! I can't wait to do some yoga. I love the way my body feels now.
Dr. Nichter and his staff were extremely nice, helpful and friendly. If I decide to do a lift - I will definitely come back. 
The process sounds scarier then it is. No drains with this doc. Bonus! I am so glad I opted for local instead of general anesthesia. 
Peace.

I was very stressed and concerned about the procedure I was facing. That has all dissipated . I feel good. Can walk around Maybe a bit woozie. The next ew days will tell. I have boobs still so I guess that means I win!

Thank you for all the support. I will rest and post pics next week. Farewell.

I had no preconception of how emotional this was going to be. I've had my explant procedure scheduled for less than a week and now only 2 days left.
Over the weekend I had a major realization. For the past two decades I've been pushing down emotional pain and a little bit of physical pain. Once it really hit me the surgery is taking place, it was like all the emotion came uncontrollably to the surface. And that is a lot to come out of only two eyeballs. I was extremely emotional and saddened about what I have put myself through and now, finally now, I have an opportunity to rectify it - to a certain extent. Afterwards I do expect some undesirable appearance with the loose skin and nipple placement. I've 100% accepted and am confident that this is the most healthy choice I have ever made for myself. 
I'm literally taking my body back. I will be free. I'm so excited. 
My boyfriend and sister are very supportive and I know that I am blessed. My mom won't even acknowledge the situation. That's okay. I forgive her. 
I took these pictures today. I've never done anything like this but I do believe that this is a healthy process. For so long I have been ashamed of myself for the decision I made when I was 16. And now, at 37, I will no longer be ashamed. I will not carry this heavy shame anymore. By posting this, I'm letting go.