10/11/2014 - I was picked up at 7am and taken to the Hospital Quiron, Malaga. I got booked in OK, but struggle with the language barrier and also the same with the taxi driver. I then went straight up to my room and was asked to change into a gown. A nurse then came and took my bloods and put a canula in, all throughout, there was no English and just a lot of hand gestures and odd words. I really wish I'd tried to learn something, as I just felt overwhelmed and ended up crying in my room on my own.
Someone came up to take me down to theatre just before 8am. I was put into a waiting bay and left there for about 30 minutes with no-one who spoke English. I remember sat thinking, "What have I done?" I prayed and asked for a sign that I was doing the right thing...
By this time, Dr. Felipe Sánchez, a resident plastic surgeon at Quiron came to see me. He spoke English and it was honestly such a relief; he asked how I was and I just burst into tears again. he said this was normal, but I just felt really down and foolish that I was so emotional, having not worried at all until the day before. Dr Sanchez took my before photos at a variety of angles - CRINGE - before I was left on the bed alone again for a while.
Following this, I met Dr Aslani for the first time. This was literally for about 5 minutes. He drew on me what he thought needed to go and I asked about a lumpy bit at the top of my thighs to the bottom of each hip. He liked it, but I didn't and asked him to take as much away as possible, which he agreed to do. I have had previous Vaser liposuction to my upper arms and my previous Doctor had missed a lump of fat at the top of one arm. I asked Dr Aslani about this and he agreed to remove it, but said he couldn't do one arm without the other and removed excess remaining fat from both my upper arms for no extra charge! Of course I was so happy about this.
I also asked Dr Aslani about liposuction to my fatty pubis area. He told me that it is very difficult to do this, as it is full of blood vessels and nerves and that it is very painful for the patient. He said he would Laser this area rather than traditional lipo. I was happy to accept anything with regard to this anyhow.
I was so busy trying to cram everything into my few minutes with him that I really forgot to say how I wanted my hips. I wanted a gentle slope down to my hips rather than a round shape like most people want. I wanted aggressive lipo on my flanks, as I have always hated the round shape my flanks have given my hips.
Anyhow, I walked into theatre and there was my sign I'd prayed for... I'm a total Elvis fan and of all the things in the world that could be playing, it was him and the lyrics, "Don't, don't, baby don't say don't." Total sign I was doing the right thing I thought - I was happy and relaxed from then on.
So... I went in. There were around 8 people in the room, males and females and I had to get naked in front of them all. You quickly lose all your dignity with this procedure!! I was sprayed all over with Iodine solution, which was freezing and I was stood shivering listening to more Elvis. I then went and laid on the operating couch. I briefly saw the anaesthetist I'd met earlier, but did not realise I'd been given the anaesthetic until I felt myself drifting off. I remember beginning to cry again and that is it.
I don't know what time I woke up, but as they were waking me, I could feel myself being hoisted into a compression garment. This really hurt and I was groaning and dazed, unable to keep my eyes open.
I'm not really sure what happened next, but I kept stirring every few minutes feeling so, so cold and shivering madly. I had a heater blowing on me and was laid on my front. I kept feeling a blood pressure monitor on my leg and think I was there about 90 minutes before I began to warm up and was wheeled up to my room. I don't remember much of the day, but first looked at my phone at 3.50pm, but could not keep my eyes open long enough to text my husband. I woke every hour or two for a minute, but slept throughout really.
At about 7.30pm, the nurses came in to move me and get me to stand. A male nurse hoisted me up, pulling me up from my middle. It really hurt so much and when I stood I got really hot and felt sick. I walked a little around the bed, but then went light headed, so get laid back down myself and went straight back to sleep. I remember the binders being put back on and being in a lot of pain.
The nurses brought me my first food and drink of the day at around 8pm, but I felt too sick to eat. I got myself up and went for a wee. At this point, I realised why everyone said to practice with the SheWee before I needed it. Yes, it went wrong and I ended up weeing on the floor and on my feet and the garment a bit, OMG, gross! How embarrassing! Thank god I just got myself up and didn't have a nurse there! I ended up cleaning the floor and my feet using only my feet, as there was no way I could bend down. I had a drip attached and had just unhooked this and taken it with me, but the tube filled with blood due to all my movement. I managed to get a bra on and text my husband that I was ok before laying back down and sleeping some more before feeling well enough to eat. And when I ate, I ate! I was soooo hungry and couldn't eat fast enough before I just slept again.
I remember both Dr Sanchez and Dr Aslani coming to see me in my room, though I was so dozey, I don't remember really what was said. I recall Dr Aslani telling me everything had gone well and he'd injected 1100cc into each buttock. I was like, noooo, too much. I had gone in thinking I wanted 600-800cc.
I got myself up a couple more times in the night for the loo and also connected to the Wifi and used Google translate to speak to the nurses. I just drank tonnes of water overnight and slept loads.