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Surgery day
Hi lovely ladies,
I’VE DONE IT! I’m 4 days post-op! Sorry for not writing before, but those last days I didn’t want to do anything except sleeping, resting, reading and watching tv shows. Let me tell you about the big-small day, which was Friday 7th...
I had to check in at 14.00h because my surgery was at 16.00h. I was shown my room and given a sexy hospital gown and some übersexy granny underwear. My parents had driven me to hospital and I encouraged them to go somewhere and have some lunch –you know that in Spain we have lunch between 14.00 and 15.30… And then it came the long wait…
The nurse assigned to me came in and out a couple of times to do the usual check-ups –BP, temperature, measured me, weighed me, asked me if I had eaten/drunk anything… I wasn’t anxious at all so I spent that time reading a novel I brought to hospital. Then my parents came at about 15.00 and stayed with me. My father displayed a childish behaviour –I’m still upset and disappointed about it–and told me that my breasts weren’t so big. “You should put on more weight, you are skinny. You don’t need any surgery done, you need to fatten up.” My mother was also upset about those unsupportive comments and… they started arguing… When my surgeon came in to draw the lines noticed that I had puffy eyes and asked me what had happened. When I told him he said that this kind of comments are very common among fathers/husbands/male significant others moments before surgery. I couldn’t believe it! He asked me if I was ready to say good-bye to my huge boobs and I said yes!
A few moments after he left, my assigned nurse brought me the tiniest glass of water ever + 3 pills. One of them was an anti-emetic, the other one a lorazepam and the last one a stomach protector. I swallowed them up and sat, waiting to be taken to the operating room. At 15.45h, one of the surgery nurses came to wheel my bed off to the operating room. I wanted to walk there, but I started feeling sleepy… I kissed my parents good-bye, told them to behave while I was away and jumped in! The surgery nurse was quite young and great fun. He asked me about my job at university, asked me several questions about my phd and helped me feeling comfortable and relaxed. He even joked about my weight because he said that I looked like a scared child with the face of an attractive young lady! As soon as we hit the operating room area I complained bitterly about the cold there and he wrapped me in a blanket. He wheeled me to a very small room and wished me luck before leaving me there. A few moments after, the nurse anaesthetist came in and reviewed with me my clinical history. She inserted the IV in my hand –I didn’t feel anything, really –and put something. I was feeling really sleepy at that time. Then, the doctor anaesthesiologist came in. He introduced himself and I remember telling him that he was cute. I apologized immediately (I felt like I was being brutally honest, just like when you are drunk or something) and he said that with all the drugs I’ve been given –I realized at that point that something freezing was dripping into my IV –it was very common to say nonsense. However, I remember him saying that I was a polite patient and complimenting my fishtail braid. Then, I remember being wheeled off again to a well-lit area, then somebody putting TED socks on my feet. I had my eyes closed, and I felt like I had drunk four full pints of beer but without the nausea feeling. And… nothing.
I woke up all bandaged in a dark room and I saw that it was almost 20.15. My surgery was almost 4 hours long. I don’t remember much from the recovery room, except 1) my surgeon coming and saying that I had been a good girl, 2) a kind nurse who gave me an extra blanket and put a kind of hairdryer machine under my bedsheets and made me feel warm. I was taken to my room afterwards. My mother was next to the bed and asked me how I was feeling and I said that I felt light and could breathe effortlessly! One of the nurses said that I kept repeating from the recovery room that I was feeling hungover lol. Drugs made me the meanest person in the world because I only remember telling my father to [RS bleep] off (really!) because I wanted to sleep and he kept answering calls from work –which is not the most intelligent thing to do when your daughter has just woken up from major surgery. Really, I only remember being rude to my father. Next time I woke up was 23.30 and I was very thirsty. My assigned nurse gave me some peach juice and I went back to sleep.
Next morning I was woken up by my nurse at around 8. She brought me some light breakfast (toast, apple juice, 4 or 5 biscuits and a decaf espresso) and just after that my surgeon came in to check my drains. He cut my bandages and told me that I had a blood clot on my left breast and had to drain me manually. It was really painful! When he finished he told the nurse to put some pain drugs on my IV. I put on one of the sports bras I bought and went back to sleep.
A couple of hours later I was heading home with my parents. I don’t remember much of it either. Everything is blurry. I woke up at 15.00 feeling swollen and tired. My mother made some chicken soup and I was so nauseated at the sight of food that I had to run to the toilet to throw up. Fortunately I didn’t. I drank a bowl of the soup and went to bed immediately. My mother checked my breasts a couple of times, but I don’t remember. I woke up at dinnertime, drank a bit more of chicken soup, took some pics and went to sleep. I remember that my sports bra was too tight on my nipples (I had and still have some gauze stitched onto them). On Sunday I only dared to leave the bed for toilet trips. I had some drinks, snacks, books, smartphone and my meds next to it. My father kept coming into my bedroom and stared at me in silence for minutes, and I asked him grumpily why he found my bedridden behaviour so interesting. In fact I felt tired as if I had the flu. My surgeon prescribed me only paracetamol if I had pain, but I didn’t feel any of it! (: Apart from that, I had my first shower on Sunday. I managed to wash my hair alone (it is hip-length and thick) but I needed some help with the legs.
Yesterday (Monday, 10th) I went to my first post-op appointment. My surgeon checked my stitches and said that everything was going fine, so next appointment will be the 17th. He prescribed me a heparin cream. Today I feel less tired though I spent all day doing nothing. I can’t believe how smoothly things are going on!
I’VE DONE IT! I’m 4 days post-op! Sorry for not writing before, but those last days I didn’t want to do anything except sleeping, resting, reading and watching tv shows. Let me tell you about the big-small day, which was Friday 7th...
I had to check in at 14.00h because my surgery was at 16.00h. I was shown my room and given a sexy hospital gown and some übersexy granny underwear. My parents had driven me to hospital and I encouraged them to go somewhere and have some lunch –you know that in Spain we have lunch between 14.00 and 15.30… And then it came the long wait…
The nurse assigned to me came in and out a couple of times to do the usual check-ups –BP, temperature, measured me, weighed me, asked me if I had eaten/drunk anything… I wasn’t anxious at all so I spent that time reading a novel I brought to hospital. Then my parents came at about 15.00 and stayed with me. My father displayed a childish behaviour –I’m still upset and disappointed about it–and told me that my breasts weren’t so big. “You should put on more weight, you are skinny. You don’t need any surgery done, you need to fatten up.” My mother was also upset about those unsupportive comments and… they started arguing… When my surgeon came in to draw the lines noticed that I had puffy eyes and asked me what had happened. When I told him he said that this kind of comments are very common among fathers/husbands/male significant others moments before surgery. I couldn’t believe it! He asked me if I was ready to say good-bye to my huge boobs and I said yes!
A few moments after he left, my assigned nurse brought me the tiniest glass of water ever + 3 pills. One of them was an anti-emetic, the other one a lorazepam and the last one a stomach protector. I swallowed them up and sat, waiting to be taken to the operating room. At 15.45h, one of the surgery nurses came to wheel my bed off to the operating room. I wanted to walk there, but I started feeling sleepy… I kissed my parents good-bye, told them to behave while I was away and jumped in! The surgery nurse was quite young and great fun. He asked me about my job at university, asked me several questions about my phd and helped me feeling comfortable and relaxed. He even joked about my weight because he said that I looked like a scared child with the face of an attractive young lady! As soon as we hit the operating room area I complained bitterly about the cold there and he wrapped me in a blanket. He wheeled me to a very small room and wished me luck before leaving me there. A few moments after, the nurse anaesthetist came in and reviewed with me my clinical history. She inserted the IV in my hand –I didn’t feel anything, really –and put something. I was feeling really sleepy at that time. Then, the doctor anaesthesiologist came in. He introduced himself and I remember telling him that he was cute. I apologized immediately (I felt like I was being brutally honest, just like when you are drunk or something) and he said that with all the drugs I’ve been given –I realized at that point that something freezing was dripping into my IV –it was very common to say nonsense. However, I remember him saying that I was a polite patient and complimenting my fishtail braid. Then, I remember being wheeled off again to a well-lit area, then somebody putting TED socks on my feet. I had my eyes closed, and I felt like I had drunk four full pints of beer but without the nausea feeling. And… nothing.
I woke up all bandaged in a dark room and I saw that it was almost 20.15. My surgery was almost 4 hours long. I don’t remember much from the recovery room, except 1) my surgeon coming and saying that I had been a good girl, 2) a kind nurse who gave me an extra blanket and put a kind of hairdryer machine under my bedsheets and made me feel warm. I was taken to my room afterwards. My mother was next to the bed and asked me how I was feeling and I said that I felt light and could breathe effortlessly! One of the nurses said that I kept repeating from the recovery room that I was feeling hungover lol. Drugs made me the meanest person in the world because I only remember telling my father to [RS bleep] off (really!) because I wanted to sleep and he kept answering calls from work –which is not the most intelligent thing to do when your daughter has just woken up from major surgery. Really, I only remember being rude to my father. Next time I woke up was 23.30 and I was very thirsty. My assigned nurse gave me some peach juice and I went back to sleep.
Next morning I was woken up by my nurse at around 8. She brought me some light breakfast (toast, apple juice, 4 or 5 biscuits and a decaf espresso) and just after that my surgeon came in to check my drains. He cut my bandages and told me that I had a blood clot on my left breast and had to drain me manually. It was really painful! When he finished he told the nurse to put some pain drugs on my IV. I put on one of the sports bras I bought and went back to sleep.
A couple of hours later I was heading home with my parents. I don’t remember much of it either. Everything is blurry. I woke up at 15.00 feeling swollen and tired. My mother made some chicken soup and I was so nauseated at the sight of food that I had to run to the toilet to throw up. Fortunately I didn’t. I drank a bowl of the soup and went to bed immediately. My mother checked my breasts a couple of times, but I don’t remember. I woke up at dinnertime, drank a bit more of chicken soup, took some pics and went to sleep. I remember that my sports bra was too tight on my nipples (I had and still have some gauze stitched onto them). On Sunday I only dared to leave the bed for toilet trips. I had some drinks, snacks, books, smartphone and my meds next to it. My father kept coming into my bedroom and stared at me in silence for minutes, and I asked him grumpily why he found my bedridden behaviour so interesting. In fact I felt tired as if I had the flu. My surgeon prescribed me only paracetamol if I had pain, but I didn’t feel any of it! (: Apart from that, I had my first shower on Sunday. I managed to wash my hair alone (it is hip-length and thick) but I needed some help with the legs.
Yesterday (Monday, 10th) I went to my first post-op appointment. My surgeon checked my stitches and said that everything was going fine, so next appointment will be the 17th. He prescribed me a heparin cream. Today I feel less tired though I spent all day doing nothing. I can’t believe how smoothly things are going on!
Quick update pt.2
Hi lovely ladies,
My pre-op appointment went well, so this means that the 7th August will be the big-small day. On Sunday I started feeling anxious because I read a breast reduction review in which the patient said that she had to reschedule the surgery because they found in the blood test that she was anaemic. Fortunately, my blood test was OK. Believe me, my only concern those last days was not being able to get my surgery done!
My BR will be at 16.00 and I should be admitted around 14.00h. This means that I can get up relatively late, however, my last meal should be around 7.30. I’ll get up at 7 and drink something and go to bed for a couple of hours more (it’s been really hot those last days with temperatures reaching the 36ºC before noon, which I think is around 100ºF, and I wouldn’t like to suffer from dehydration before admission...).
I’ve got a list of things that I should pack and tomorrow I’ll do my last-minute shopping. I’m so excited! I can’t believe it!! (:
My pre-op appointment went well, so this means that the 7th August will be the big-small day. On Sunday I started feeling anxious because I read a breast reduction review in which the patient said that she had to reschedule the surgery because they found in the blood test that she was anaemic. Fortunately, my blood test was OK. Believe me, my only concern those last days was not being able to get my surgery done!
My BR will be at 16.00 and I should be admitted around 14.00h. This means that I can get up relatively late, however, my last meal should be around 7.30. I’ll get up at 7 and drink something and go to bed for a couple of hours more (it’s been really hot those last days with temperatures reaching the 36ºC before noon, which I think is around 100ºF, and I wouldn’t like to suffer from dehydration before admission...).
I’ve got a list of things that I should pack and tomorrow I’ll do my last-minute shopping. I’m so excited! I can’t believe it!! (:
6 days to go!
Hi again, ladies. Just a quick and messy update.
Firstly, you all are AMAZING. I feel so grateful for having found such a welcoming and supportive community. I have no words to describe how thankful I am for your support in the last days. I promise to reply all your messages as soon as possible. I haven’t done that before because I’ve been really busy with the syllabuses and the organization for my next teaching year.
I’ve just started my summer holidays today and I can’t believe that I am less a week away from the big-small day. Besides, yesterday I went for my pre-op tests (only a blood test). I am terrified of needles though I have a high tolerance to pain. I think that this is because every time I need to get some blood extracted they are unable to find my veins and need three or four attempts. I used to be a blood donor but I had to give up because of that. I can’t believe that everything went fine and I even didn’t get a bruise! Wow!
Apart from organizing my workload for September those last days I’ve been reading thoroughly. I found two useful books that everyone undergoing BR surgery should read, and these are the following:
- “When Less is More: The Complete Guide for Women Considering Breast Reduction Surgery” by Dr. Bethanne Snodgrass.
- “Anaesthesia: A Very Short Introduction” by Aidan O’Donnell.
I’m starting with the pre-op preparations (things I must buy, preparing my bedroom, etc.). I’ll update soon!
Firstly, you all are AMAZING. I feel so grateful for having found such a welcoming and supportive community. I have no words to describe how thankful I am for your support in the last days. I promise to reply all your messages as soon as possible. I haven’t done that before because I’ve been really busy with the syllabuses and the organization for my next teaching year.
I’ve just started my summer holidays today and I can’t believe that I am less a week away from the big-small day. Besides, yesterday I went for my pre-op tests (only a blood test). I am terrified of needles though I have a high tolerance to pain. I think that this is because every time I need to get some blood extracted they are unable to find my veins and need three or four attempts. I used to be a blood donor but I had to give up because of that. I can’t believe that everything went fine and I even didn’t get a bruise! Wow!
Apart from organizing my workload for September those last days I’ve been reading thoroughly. I found two useful books that everyone undergoing BR surgery should read, and these are the following:
- “When Less is More: The Complete Guide for Women Considering Breast Reduction Surgery” by Dr. Bethanne Snodgrass.
- “Anaesthesia: A Very Short Introduction” by Aidan O’Donnell.
I’m starting with the pre-op preparations (things I must buy, preparing my bedroom, etc.). I’ll update soon!