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My Big Day!
Surgery Day! Bye bye droopy boobs and flabby tummy day! I sound a lot more excited and less nervous writing this right now than I really was. Trust me, I thought about the possibility of making peace with my flabby bits and calling the whole thing off for fear of going "under." What if I never get "over" it? That's crazy talk. I'm doing it!
I woke up very early this morning, after a sleepless night, to take a shower and wash my hair as per my doctor's explicit instructions. I had naively imagined myself waltzing into surgery with a perfect blow-out, looking fabulous and leaving them all wishing they didn't have to stuff my hair into a surgical cap. Fabulosity is not allowed apparently because they said to shower and wash your hair the morning of surgery and do not add any lotions or potions. What? No hair product? I have to do this with wet, frizzy hair??? I popped the ONE Xanax they gave me. Why did they give me only one? I could have used like seven. At least one for each day of the week leading up to this day. Needless to say, I did as I was told and just showered and washed my hair with not an ounce of leave-in-conditioner and when I got to the surgery center, the OR nurse told me I looked tired. Thanks, girl.
I got undressed and put on my blue paper gown and matching blue hair bonnet. My look was complete. The nurse administered an IV and I had a brief chat with the anesthesiologist. I told him to make sure he knocks me out because I'm the type that is resistant to pain meds. He told me not to worry as he walked me to the OR and asked me to lie down on the table. The OR nurse gave me a blanket saying, "you might feel a little cold." They very next second she was waking me up and helping me zip up my granny dress over my wrapped tight-like-a burrito torso. I wasn't feeling any pain, but I was uncomfortable and unable to stand up straight, which is expected. As instructed by others on this site, I brought a pillow because I obviously could not put a seat belt directly over myself and a small bucket in case I got sick. Thankfully, I kept it together as I was feeling more loopy than anything and made it home to my lovely, lovely, lift chair.
I woke up very early this morning, after a sleepless night, to take a shower and wash my hair as per my doctor's explicit instructions. I had naively imagined myself waltzing into surgery with a perfect blow-out, looking fabulous and leaving them all wishing they didn't have to stuff my hair into a surgical cap. Fabulosity is not allowed apparently because they said to shower and wash your hair the morning of surgery and do not add any lotions or potions. What? No hair product? I have to do this with wet, frizzy hair??? I popped the ONE Xanax they gave me. Why did they give me only one? I could have used like seven. At least one for each day of the week leading up to this day. Needless to say, I did as I was told and just showered and washed my hair with not an ounce of leave-in-conditioner and when I got to the surgery center, the OR nurse told me I looked tired. Thanks, girl.
I got undressed and put on my blue paper gown and matching blue hair bonnet. My look was complete. The nurse administered an IV and I had a brief chat with the anesthesiologist. I told him to make sure he knocks me out because I'm the type that is resistant to pain meds. He told me not to worry as he walked me to the OR and asked me to lie down on the table. The OR nurse gave me a blanket saying, "you might feel a little cold." They very next second she was waking me up and helping me zip up my granny dress over my wrapped tight-like-a burrito torso. I wasn't feeling any pain, but I was uncomfortable and unable to stand up straight, which is expected. As instructed by others on this site, I brought a pillow because I obviously could not put a seat belt directly over myself and a small bucket in case I got sick. Thankfully, I kept it together as I was feeling more loopy than anything and made it home to my lovely, lovely, lift chair.
I'm 50 and I can kick, stretch and kick! I'm...
I'm 50 and I can kick, stretch and kick! I'm getting a long awaited Mommy Makeover! I have had huge boobs that have caused me much neck, shoulder and back pain, so I'm really looking forward to getting some relief, but I won't lie. I'm really looking forward to being perky too. I've never been perky before. Mostly porky. Can't wait to go braless if I feel like it. #Freethenipple. Much to my husband's disappointment, I have always slept with a bra on. At this point I think he probably prefers it. Right now I'm doing my homework by reading about the experiences of the brave and generous women who have shared their stories and getting my supplies together. (ice pack, pillows, sterile gauze, surgery tape, silicone gel for scars, Hibiclens, zip front clothing, mattress protectors, batteries for my remote, ginger ale, cough drops, etc.) These are all things other women have expressed may come in handy. I'm also on a cleaning rampage. I don't even want to think about dust bunnies while I'm recuperating. Oh, and I'm trying really hard to lose some weight before my surgery. So far, I'm 5 pounds down. I'm both super nervous and super excited to do this for myself. Go me!