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Post-Op, Day 3: I had my first post-op...
Post-Op, Day 3:
I had my first post-op appointment yesterday. I have a pain-pump that I had to have removed (it was empty). I haven’t heard of anyone else having one of these pain-pumps, but I am definitely more sore today without it than I was yesterday with it, so I do believe it works well!
On a side note, I have no interest in looking at my Frankenboobs yet. I was very happy when my PS said I just leave everything under my tight (34B!) sports bra alone. Don’t wanna know. Ignorance is bliss!
I took 2 pain pills about 30 minutes before my appointment. I brought my mom with me in case they showed my boobs. I wanted a witness, but I didn’t want to see them myself. The (kind of rough) nurses took off my dressings and the tape around my nipples and other incisions. I averted my eyes. I did not want to see anything bloody, stitched, sliced or bruised. It didn’t really hurt, it just felt like taking off a super sticky band-aid. They sprayed this liquid on as they took the tape off which seemed to help a bit. I looked over at my mom and she looked at my boobs and then smiled at me. Oh what the hell! I’M LOOKING!!
All I can say is, “WOW!” Are those mine? Those can’t be mine! Those perfectly, perky, round and small boobies are mine to keep?! WHAT?!!! I couldn’t see the nipples or any stitching at all. I saw the tiniest amount of yellowish bruising around the top of my left nipple. There were little mounds with perfect cleavage. I know with time, healing and gravity they will change shape, but I’m super happy they are mine. I don’t want to/need to look at them for a long time. It was shocking and weird. Definitely satisfied any curiosity I had.
So they had to remove this pain pump from the cleavage side of my boobs. Without a “count to 3” or “we’re starting now” or even a “take a deep breath”, the nurse started pulling this tube out. HOLY SH*T!!! It hurt so f*cking bad! It burned deep in my chest and I could feel it coming out. It was a little overwhelming. Afterwards, I was more sore than usual (and a bit nauseous, too! Hurray!).
This adventure makes me scared to get my drain tubes out (this Thursday or Friday). I’ve found that my meds are at their peak effectiveness about an hour after I take them, so I’m going to take them a little earlier before my drain removal appointment. Wish me little pain…
I just wanted to add how encouraging you all have been and how thankful I am for this. I also want to say that each of us has our own story. It is amazing to have other people so close to you in your journey, but it’s important to blaze your own trail. If someone is off their meds in 2 days, great for them! If someone else is going to the mall and wearing pull-over tops 4 days post-op, hurray for them! Another woman may be doing housework 5 days out. Super! You are still amazing if you are nowhere near this in your healing. Comparison is the thief of joy. There are no awards for being off meds or doing a load of laundry. Honestly, I am still on pain meds and I’m going to continue to take them at least through my 2nd post-op appointment. I feel like my body heals best when not in any pain. In my normal, everyday life, I never get to rest! I am not planning on cooking dinner, or washing any dishes, or doing laundry for a long time! I want my body to be rested and healed so that I can start my new small boobed life a fully refreshed and rejuvenated person.
We are all amazing for going on this journey, always do what is best for you. Cheer each other on and celebrate each and every one of your own small victories, whenever they may happen. I wish you all the best!! xo
I had my first post-op appointment yesterday. I have a pain-pump that I had to have removed (it was empty). I haven’t heard of anyone else having one of these pain-pumps, but I am definitely more sore today without it than I was yesterday with it, so I do believe it works well!
On a side note, I have no interest in looking at my Frankenboobs yet. I was very happy when my PS said I just leave everything under my tight (34B!) sports bra alone. Don’t wanna know. Ignorance is bliss!
I took 2 pain pills about 30 minutes before my appointment. I brought my mom with me in case they showed my boobs. I wanted a witness, but I didn’t want to see them myself. The (kind of rough) nurses took off my dressings and the tape around my nipples and other incisions. I averted my eyes. I did not want to see anything bloody, stitched, sliced or bruised. It didn’t really hurt, it just felt like taking off a super sticky band-aid. They sprayed this liquid on as they took the tape off which seemed to help a bit. I looked over at my mom and she looked at my boobs and then smiled at me. Oh what the hell! I’M LOOKING!!
All I can say is, “WOW!” Are those mine? Those can’t be mine! Those perfectly, perky, round and small boobies are mine to keep?! WHAT?!!! I couldn’t see the nipples or any stitching at all. I saw the tiniest amount of yellowish bruising around the top of my left nipple. There were little mounds with perfect cleavage. I know with time, healing and gravity they will change shape, but I’m super happy they are mine. I don’t want to/need to look at them for a long time. It was shocking and weird. Definitely satisfied any curiosity I had.
So they had to remove this pain pump from the cleavage side of my boobs. Without a “count to 3” or “we’re starting now” or even a “take a deep breath”, the nurse started pulling this tube out. HOLY SH*T!!! It hurt so f*cking bad! It burned deep in my chest and I could feel it coming out. It was a little overwhelming. Afterwards, I was more sore than usual (and a bit nauseous, too! Hurray!).
This adventure makes me scared to get my drain tubes out (this Thursday or Friday). I’ve found that my meds are at their peak effectiveness about an hour after I take them, so I’m going to take them a little earlier before my drain removal appointment. Wish me little pain…
I just wanted to add how encouraging you all have been and how thankful I am for this. I also want to say that each of us has our own story. It is amazing to have other people so close to you in your journey, but it’s important to blaze your own trail. If someone is off their meds in 2 days, great for them! If someone else is going to the mall and wearing pull-over tops 4 days post-op, hurray for them! Another woman may be doing housework 5 days out. Super! You are still amazing if you are nowhere near this in your healing. Comparison is the thief of joy. There are no awards for being off meds or doing a load of laundry. Honestly, I am still on pain meds and I’m going to continue to take them at least through my 2nd post-op appointment. I feel like my body heals best when not in any pain. In my normal, everyday life, I never get to rest! I am not planning on cooking dinner, or washing any dishes, or doing laundry for a long time! I want my body to be rested and healed so that I can start my new small boobed life a fully refreshed and rejuvenated person.
We are all amazing for going on this journey, always do what is best for you. Cheer each other on and celebrate each and every one of your own small victories, whenever they may happen. I wish you all the best!! xo
Hi! My surgery was July 20, 2012. And I made it...
Hi! My surgery was July 20, 2012. And I made it to the other side! So exciting!
Like most ladies, I hardly slept the night before my surgery. How could you? It's like the night before Christmas, except you're gonna get cut open! I maybe got an hour and a half of sleep, but it didn't matter.
I had to be at the hospital at 6:15 to be admitted. They asked me the same questions they had before and sent me down to pre-op where I was weighed and asked to strip down and put on the hospital gown. This hospital gown was no ordinary fabric gown. It was a "warming gown". It had a vacuum hose that hooked up to it and blew warm air into it. Genius! For the next hour, I had a parade of staff come through... my very nice nurse, Mina (she was a peach!), the surgery tech (she just wanted me to know that she's be in the OR helping, so nice!), and my anesthesiologist (so sweet and she explained everything perfectly to me).
After the nurse gave me my IV (not too painful, and she put it in my forearm, not my hand, which I think is way more comfortable), my husband was brought in to hang out with me until I went for surgery. It was nice having him there, but that's when I started to get really nervous. My PS came in, talked to me a while about how things were going to go and then spent about 15 minutes marking me up. I reminded him that I wanted to be a small C. He said he knew and would make it happen. He was fantastic. He made me feel so comfortable (well, as comfortable as one can feel 10 minutes before they're going to get cut up by him). I really have a great doctor! The anesthesiologist came back in and gave me something to relax me. It worked.
I kissed my hubby goodbye and was wheeled into the OR. I moved over to the operating table and the last thing I remember is seeing my PS's face. The next thing I remember is saying that my throat hurt, and then, bam! SO MUCH PAIN! I was immediately given some pain meds (fentanyl, from what I remember) in my IV and I felt better instantly. Then I would try to sleep, but since the fentanyl can make you breathe shallow, my oxygen level would get too low and the alarm on the monitor would go off. The crazy beeping from this was sooooo annoying! I'd have to wait for the nurse to come over and remind me take deep breaths to get my levels back up. I couldn't get any good rest. This cycle seemed to go on for.ev.er. Hours! I finally told the nurse that I wanted to stop the hard core IV pain meds and try something a little less powerful so I could not be so out of it. Best decision ever! She gave me some Vicoden pills and I started to feel more like myself. The pain was certainly manageable with just the Vicoden and I didn't feel like a zombie anymore. Fantastic! I told the nurse I wanted to go home, she said ok, I stood up and immediately felt like I was going to pass out. Oh well! Guess I gotta hang out a little bit longer! This was great because I got to see my doctor again and he told me about my surgery (without me being wasted on anesthesia). Turns out he took 600+ from the left and 700+ from the right (I don't remember exactly). He said it was 4 POUNDS of tissue!! It is so insane that I was carrying around that much weight in my boobs. I'm only 5'2"! So wrong. He told me that he was the only man in the OR and that all the women in there were amazed and very enthusiastic about my results. I'm so glad I got to hear that from him. Hurray!!
About an hour later, I tried again and was able to get dressed. I was put in a wheel chair and brought out to the car. I went home and went to bed. All in all, I was in surgery for about 4 hours and then in recovery for about 6 hours.
I have 2 drains and a pain pump. I've been taking my meds every 4 hours and will continue to do so through my post-op appointment tomorrow afternoon. Depending on how that goes, I may decrease the pain meds. I believe that your body heals better if it's not in any pain, so I'm all for pain management while needed. And I don't think a person should wait until they are completely in pain before taking medicine. I think you should take it in regular doses, even through the night! I set my alarm to take my dosages. This is what works best for me.
Well, as you can see from my before and after photos, there is a HUGE change!! Check it out! It's really quite amazing. I am so pleased with how I look. I seriously look like I've lost 15 pounds!! I'm in no hurry to see what's under these bandages. I'm a little freaked out by it. But like almost all of you have experienced, I think it's so worth the discomfort I'm feeling right now.
THIS IS QUITE POSSIBLY THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER DONE FOR MYSELF. Period.
I'd like to thank you all for your support and encouragement. This site has been the most amazing resource for me through this journey and I know it will continue to be. You ladies all ROCK!!!!!
Like most ladies, I hardly slept the night before my surgery. How could you? It's like the night before Christmas, except you're gonna get cut open! I maybe got an hour and a half of sleep, but it didn't matter.
I had to be at the hospital at 6:15 to be admitted. They asked me the same questions they had before and sent me down to pre-op where I was weighed and asked to strip down and put on the hospital gown. This hospital gown was no ordinary fabric gown. It was a "warming gown". It had a vacuum hose that hooked up to it and blew warm air into it. Genius! For the next hour, I had a parade of staff come through... my very nice nurse, Mina (she was a peach!), the surgery tech (she just wanted me to know that she's be in the OR helping, so nice!), and my anesthesiologist (so sweet and she explained everything perfectly to me).
After the nurse gave me my IV (not too painful, and she put it in my forearm, not my hand, which I think is way more comfortable), my husband was brought in to hang out with me until I went for surgery. It was nice having him there, but that's when I started to get really nervous. My PS came in, talked to me a while about how things were going to go and then spent about 15 minutes marking me up. I reminded him that I wanted to be a small C. He said he knew and would make it happen. He was fantastic. He made me feel so comfortable (well, as comfortable as one can feel 10 minutes before they're going to get cut up by him). I really have a great doctor! The anesthesiologist came back in and gave me something to relax me. It worked.
I kissed my hubby goodbye and was wheeled into the OR. I moved over to the operating table and the last thing I remember is seeing my PS's face. The next thing I remember is saying that my throat hurt, and then, bam! SO MUCH PAIN! I was immediately given some pain meds (fentanyl, from what I remember) in my IV and I felt better instantly. Then I would try to sleep, but since the fentanyl can make you breathe shallow, my oxygen level would get too low and the alarm on the monitor would go off. The crazy beeping from this was sooooo annoying! I'd have to wait for the nurse to come over and remind me take deep breaths to get my levels back up. I couldn't get any good rest. This cycle seemed to go on for.ev.er. Hours! I finally told the nurse that I wanted to stop the hard core IV pain meds and try something a little less powerful so I could not be so out of it. Best decision ever! She gave me some Vicoden pills and I started to feel more like myself. The pain was certainly manageable with just the Vicoden and I didn't feel like a zombie anymore. Fantastic! I told the nurse I wanted to go home, she said ok, I stood up and immediately felt like I was going to pass out. Oh well! Guess I gotta hang out a little bit longer! This was great because I got to see my doctor again and he told me about my surgery (without me being wasted on anesthesia). Turns out he took 600+ from the left and 700+ from the right (I don't remember exactly). He said it was 4 POUNDS of tissue!! It is so insane that I was carrying around that much weight in my boobs. I'm only 5'2"! So wrong. He told me that he was the only man in the OR and that all the women in there were amazed and very enthusiastic about my results. I'm so glad I got to hear that from him. Hurray!!
About an hour later, I tried again and was able to get dressed. I was put in a wheel chair and brought out to the car. I went home and went to bed. All in all, I was in surgery for about 4 hours and then in recovery for about 6 hours.
I have 2 drains and a pain pump. I've been taking my meds every 4 hours and will continue to do so through my post-op appointment tomorrow afternoon. Depending on how that goes, I may decrease the pain meds. I believe that your body heals better if it's not in any pain, so I'm all for pain management while needed. And I don't think a person should wait until they are completely in pain before taking medicine. I think you should take it in regular doses, even through the night! I set my alarm to take my dosages. This is what works best for me.
Well, as you can see from my before and after photos, there is a HUGE change!! Check it out! It's really quite amazing. I am so pleased with how I look. I seriously look like I've lost 15 pounds!! I'm in no hurry to see what's under these bandages. I'm a little freaked out by it. But like almost all of you have experienced, I think it's so worth the discomfort I'm feeling right now.
THIS IS QUITE POSSIBLY THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER DONE FOR MYSELF. Period.
I'd like to thank you all for your support and encouragement. This site has been the most amazing resource for me through this journey and I know it will continue to be. You ladies all ROCK!!!!!
I'm pretty beat, but I made it to the other side! ...
I'm pretty beat, but I made it to the other side! I will write my surgery experience really soon, but in the mean time, I have posted a couple of "after" shots with my tiny(!) bra and dressings. I can't believe how huge I was, and more importantly, how much smaller I am now. I am so happy!!!!!
I am also very excited to be checking the "Worth It" box...
Hope my fellow surgery ladies are all doing well.
I am also very excited to be checking the "Worth It" box...
Hope my fellow surgery ladies are all doing well.
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My experience has been woderful with my PS, the nurses, the office staff, the pharmacy, admitting, everything. All excellent!