Got picked up from my hotel by a driver, and taken to the International Hospital for my 9am appointment with the Aesthetic team.
Initial staff asked me to fill out some forms before going up to the Aesthetic Center.
Once I got upstairs they weighed me and took my blood pressure, and then I had to wait to see my surgeon for about an hour and a half.
Dr Rushapol was wonderful straight away, and were on the exact same page not wanting to larger than 300cc. He said in surgery he would try 300cc first and then work down to 250cc if that didn't fit. He was funny, and enjoyed chatting to us, there was no language barrier, and he seemed very intelligent.
I wanted round, HP implants with inframmary incision which is exactly what he recommended for me, so I was very happy!
Then he took photos and drew on me and took more photos, and we tried on sizers and the 300cc did look a wee bit too large, but I know you loose a bit of size going under the muscle, so I wasn't too fazed. My partner couldn't keep his eyes in his head haha I think he thought I wanted to go smaller!
Back to the waiting room, and a co-ordinator Winsy came and talked to us, made sure I was happy with sizing and shape, incision and profile. She was lovely.
We then got taken to my room, where we had to wait until an operating suite became available, as the Aesthetic Centre shares the hospitals operating rooms.
At 12pm they gave me an IV, thank goodness because I was dying of hunger and thirst.
I napped off and on, and then at 3.30pm one of nurses finally came to take me to surgery!
They gave me some pills and something in my IV, and had to give me a cold sponge bath because my temperature was too high.
Then I got wheeled into the operating suite where they put me under about 4.20pm.
Just before I went under Dr Rushapol came in and told me not to worry, he was here and it was all going to be fine. Then it was as if I had stood up too fast and I felt I was rushing backwards with spots everywhere, and I was out.
The next thing I remember is my anaesthetist asking me to take deep breaths, and I was out of it again. Came to in ICU/recovery and found it hard to keep my eyes open.
I was convulsing with the cold, which was tensing my chest muscles, which hurt like hell. I tried yelling "I'm cold, I'm cold!" but my voice was too quiet.
Eventually a nurse noticed and they put more blankets on me and I think gave me pain meds as well because I was really hurting as well. That was at about 6pm, so surgery must have gone fast.
After 2 hours they took me back to my room, and I was much more alert. My partner was waiting for me but had to go outside when they were moving me onto the bed, because I was in so much pain, and it was making him feel faint and sick, poor thing.
He came in once they were done, and held my hand and talked to me, because I couldn't really talk back.
It was hard to get comfortable, but he helped me put a pillow under my bum, and that helped.
Then the nurses gave me pain meds and I had some water, which had never tasted so good after not drinking or eating for 24 hours. Partner fed me cold boiled carrot sticks which also tasted amazing for the same reason. They had bandaged my boobs and it hurt to move, so I couldn't see them, so my partner took a photo for me and they looked HUGE!
About 11pm, partner left for the hotel(he could have stayed but I was fine, and we had paid for the hotel anyway), and I took sleeping pill and fell asleep.
Nurses woke me at 2am to check temp and blood pressure, and I asked them to help me to the toilet as I was busting to go. That was quite painful with all the moving about.
The nurses came and checked temperature again at 6.45am.
Breakfast came at 7am, which I ate all of after the nurse opened everything for me...my arms were very sore to use.
Pain was tolerable, but flared up whenever I moved, there was a lot of pressure, but also pain inside my chest, I guess where he cut into my muscle. I made it the toilet by myself, which was a bit of an event, but felt good to do it myself.
Nurses gave me antibiotics and pain meds into my IV at about 8.40am.
Napped on and off until partner arrived at 9.30am, and I was much more aware, and he said it was good to see me looking better and talking.
So we just talked, and nurses came and went, and then Dr Rushapol came about 12pm and asked me some questions and declared I was ready to leave.
He cut of the bandage, which made me feel sick, especially when he removed the drains. Partner had to step out at this stage.
The left drain wouldn't come out, and the Dr had to squeeze my boob around to get it out, which was very painful and was the first time I almost cried since surgery.
Then he put me in a surgical bra, which hurt a wee bit, gave me some instructions and left.
A nurse arranged a taxi for 2pm, so I slept until then, and then headed back to the resort.
The drive was quite painful, as Phuket roads are not the smoothest, and our driver could have been slightly gentler.
Getting comfy was hard, after being used to the hospital bed, but we have twin beds, so I won't affect partners sleeping and he won't affect mine. I have loads of pillows and cushions!
Got partner to help me out of bra for a photo, so I could see them, and they're looking pretty good!
I love them, but they hurt so much it's hard to believe they'll drop and fluff and stop hurting so much!
Sorry for the novel, but I found the day-of-surgery reviews very helpful, to know what to expect, so I hope this is helpful to someone!