2016 Will Be the Year of the Tummy Tuck! Sterling, VA

I am 59 and had a breast reduction last year. It made such a huge difference in how I felt about myself wearing certain clothes. I'm saving my money for this procedure that I hope will happen next Summer. I can't wait, but have alot more to save up so I'm working as much as possible to add to the fund. Wish me luck!

Hi Girls, Louise here! Well I am one week post op and have been moving so slowly that I havent felt much like posting anything. I think perhaps because I'm older, my arthritis pain has added to the discomfort of this recovery. I'll go over the morning of surgery. On the morning of August 4th, my co-worker picked me up to drive me to the surgical center. I had my compression garment and the check for the anesthesiologist in my bag and I was ready. The traffic that morning just happened to be terrible and I was late arriving. I HATE to be late for anything, and I felt bad because the surgical team were all there waiting just for me to arrive! I thanked my friend for the ride and quickly got upstairs where I checked in, signed a few papers and gave the lady my check. Then I was wisked back to the exam room where I was to take off everything except this robe and put on compression socks. I was trying to hurry, the anesthesia guy came in to the room and went over some questions with me, and then my Dr. came and drew markings on me. Then the nurse told me to follow her to the elevator where we went up to the OR. I walked in to the bright operating room, and hopped up on the table, where they proceded to start an IV and I complemented the nurse on her cute " Minnie Mouse " scrubs uniform. There was a mask placed over my face and thats the last thing I remember until I woke up and my husband was walking into the room, ready to take me home. I was surprised to sit up in the recovery room, and realize that they had totally dressed me in my compression garment, my sweat pants, and shirt and everything while I had been asleep! I was all dressed and ready to go home!! " How cool! "
I thought, have no memory of how I got down stairs and out to my car. My husband told me I was in a wheel chair accompanied by 2 ladies who helped me into the car. I do not remember any of that! I basically just slept a lot that day after I got home. I made sure I ate several crackers before taking the pain pills so I wouldnt get nauseated. The next morning my niece came to take care of me. My Dr. texted me to see how I was doing, I told him I was bleeding through my compression garment, he said thats normal the first 2 days. That evening I took the garment off so my niece could wash it and dry it. It shrunk in the dryer and was so tight when I tried to put it back on that it pinched me. It was way too tight! I changed to my snug gym capri pants which seemed to do the job quite well.
The WORST was trying to go to the bathroom. Surgery was Thursday, this was Sunday night! I had taken 2 laxatives ate 2 plums drank plenty of water and Still had to get my husband to go get me a fleet enema. That was the only way I could go!! Not good! I'll continue this story later. Whew!