Surgery and Recovery 1
Initially, this was supposed to be a couple of separate blogs. I wanted to to a day by day blog of my recovery. Yeah, right. This has been a very interesting journey and has taught me a lot about myself.
When I went in for my initial consultation, I definitely knew that I wanted to get the smaller boobs so that I could function in my life with less stress. I'd never thought about doing anything with my stomach because a previous doctor had told me that pregnancy had ruined my muscles and made them slacker so that I should have all my children and then consider a tummy tuck since my Mom and grandmother both had the belly pouches after pregnancy. I was like...okay...made sense. But I have huuuuggggeee thigs so when I went in, I also asked the doctor about my thighs and if liposuction would do them any good. He told me that yes it would but he'd prefer I lose weight before he even do that because lipsouction was for sculpting not overall weight loss. He did suggest however that I do some lipsuction under my armpits and under the breast area so that I'd look better after surgery. I do have quite a gut which was currently being hidden by the boobs so some removal of fat and breast tissue from both areas would be good. I agreed and we moved along with surgery.
Surgery day dawns and I'm trying really hard not to be terrified. I go in and they set me up complete with IV's and a some strange device wrapped around my leg to prevent clotting since I won't be mobile for almost 20 hours. After they do all this, they realize that I haven't given them a pee sample and I've already peed twice for the morning and have been fasting for 6 hours. Thankfully, I found a drop to give them about an hour later. I'm finally being wheeled into pre-surgery. Now they ask you the same questions about 15 times....I guess to make sure you are who you are and you are doing the specified surgery.
Everyone is being really nice and then panic occurs. Apparently, there's a problem with my chest x-ray. I hear this bulldog of a nurse telling everyone that my surgery is off. She is the most condescending person ever. She actually had the nerve to tell me that I wasn't in for necessary surgery and that it was all cosmetic. Bitch, who asked you? She apparently had lost a lot of weight but she was the most miserable person I'd ever seen. I noticed that everyone seemed to tiptoe around her so I figured that she must be a problem in the area. After her ridiculous comment, I turned to her and told her that it had taken me 2 years to decide to have surgery and that there was nothing cosmetic about having your bra strap wear into the groove of your bone. Furthermore everyone pays good money to have what God gave me naturally. I lay back and took a deep breath, but I really wanted to tell her to get the f--k out of my sight before I decked her.
My surgeon talks to the radiologist and apparently there's a small amount of fluid in my lungs. Not enough to concern them about delaying surgery but definitely something that I should look into later. It's a good thing that I'm doing this surgery because without it, I'd never have known that something might be askew with my lungs. Will check on that ASAP. Need to remember to get them to send the results to my primary care doctor so that I can be referred to a pulmonologist. They figure it might have something to do with my asthma and allergies, but better safe than sorry. The bitch nurse is actually questioning my surgeon about what he's doing and he has to tell her that he's moving ahead with surgery. I'm like - "heifer, you are a nurse...shut the hell up and let the highly skilled and trained surgeon do his job...who are you...the surgeon nazi?"
I get wheeled into the surgery room and the drugs begin to kick in and then they put on an oxygen mask ... I'm breathing and thinking about when they did this with Tristan for his surgery back in January..........
When I went in for my initial consultation, I definitely knew that I wanted to get the smaller boobs so that I could function in my life with less stress. I'd never thought about doing anything with my stomach because a previous doctor had told me that pregnancy had ruined my muscles and made them slacker so that I should have all my children and then consider a tummy tuck since my Mom and grandmother both had the belly pouches after pregnancy. I was like...okay...made sense. But I have huuuuggggeee thigs so when I went in, I also asked the doctor about my thighs and if liposuction would do them any good. He told me that yes it would but he'd prefer I lose weight before he even do that because lipsouction was for sculpting not overall weight loss. He did suggest however that I do some lipsuction under my armpits and under the breast area so that I'd look better after surgery. I do have quite a gut which was currently being hidden by the boobs so some removal of fat and breast tissue from both areas would be good. I agreed and we moved along with surgery.
Surgery day dawns and I'm trying really hard not to be terrified. I go in and they set me up complete with IV's and a some strange device wrapped around my leg to prevent clotting since I won't be mobile for almost 20 hours. After they do all this, they realize that I haven't given them a pee sample and I've already peed twice for the morning and have been fasting for 6 hours. Thankfully, I found a drop to give them about an hour later. I'm finally being wheeled into pre-surgery. Now they ask you the same questions about 15 times....I guess to make sure you are who you are and you are doing the specified surgery.
Everyone is being really nice and then panic occurs. Apparently, there's a problem with my chest x-ray. I hear this bulldog of a nurse telling everyone that my surgery is off. She is the most condescending person ever. She actually had the nerve to tell me that I wasn't in for necessary surgery and that it was all cosmetic. Bitch, who asked you? She apparently had lost a lot of weight but she was the most miserable person I'd ever seen. I noticed that everyone seemed to tiptoe around her so I figured that she must be a problem in the area. After her ridiculous comment, I turned to her and told her that it had taken me 2 years to decide to have surgery and that there was nothing cosmetic about having your bra strap wear into the groove of your bone. Furthermore everyone pays good money to have what God gave me naturally. I lay back and took a deep breath, but I really wanted to tell her to get the f--k out of my sight before I decked her.
My surgeon talks to the radiologist and apparently there's a small amount of fluid in my lungs. Not enough to concern them about delaying surgery but definitely something that I should look into later. It's a good thing that I'm doing this surgery because without it, I'd never have known that something might be askew with my lungs. Will check on that ASAP. Need to remember to get them to send the results to my primary care doctor so that I can be referred to a pulmonologist. They figure it might have something to do with my asthma and allergies, but better safe than sorry. The bitch nurse is actually questioning my surgeon about what he's doing and he has to tell her that he's moving ahead with surgery. I'm like - "heifer, you are a nurse...shut the hell up and let the highly skilled and trained surgeon do his job...who are you...the surgeon nazi?"
I get wheeled into the surgery room and the drugs begin to kick in and then they put on an oxygen mask ... I'm breathing and thinking about when they did this with Tristan for his surgery back in January..........
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