Last night, my friend Renee came down from Flint to spend the night - one last night of relaxation eating ice cream and watching Law and Order before going under the knife. We went to bed at 1am, but I couldn't sleep until around 2am, because of nerves. James Patterson helped soothe me to sleep.
This morning, Renee and I got up at 5am, in order to be out the door by 5:45am. We tried to stop at Burger King in order to get Renee some breakfast, but we were there before the opening crew arrived! Nothing says you shouldn't be up this early like the Manager unlocking the doors when you arrive!
6am saw us at the surgical office, so that we could complete the final paperwork. I went into the back, and began to get prepped for the surgery. The staff was great - Nurse Kim made us laugh, distracting from the tense situation. The anesthesiologist was an old guy with no bedside manner. Renee pointed out most of his patients are asleep, so yeah, no bed side manner needed. Kim kept layering me with warm blankets and it was driving me nuts. They had a blanket that was plastic and had hollow tubes. They hooked a hair dryer like machine up and it pumped hot air through the coils. VERY warm. Ugh.
The only truly bad thing. My blood sugars were out of control, which caused much concern. For those in the know, my fasting was 261... not good. (Normal is 80-110)
They hooked me up to the IVs, Dr Hitzmen came in a drew on me like my 2 yr old on a stolen marker Picasso spree, and we were set! They wheeled me in, and put the gas mask over my mouth. Five deep breaths later, I woke up to my husband at my side, and my friend laughing in the background. I refused to wake up. The nurse was making cute little comments about it and got everyone laughing (well, except me. I went back to sleep....
five more minutes!)
An hour and a half after getting wheeled into recovery, though, we went home, and I went to bed.
To everyone's enjoyment, I was comfortably stoned for several hours. Some comments that I've been told I said were:
~ "It tastes like I've been licking a beach ball" (because of the air hose I was intubated with).
~ "I feel like I have a mouthful of gerbils" (cottonmouth so bad my lips were sticking to my teeth! Ugh).
~ "I feel like I just got my tits chopped off" (in response to "How are you feeling?").
~ "You're cooking me like a chicken" (in response to the heated blankets used at the surgery clinic).
Weirdest thing, I think, about this day: I know I'm not supposed to be lifting my arms yet, but when I try to lift at the elbow (to cup my boobs) , my arms instinctively stop at where my boobs used to be, instead of where they are now. Odd. Now I have to retrain my elbows. Not everyday, someone can say that!
Things to expect if you are going for a bilateral reduction with Mammaplasty (Boob job):
~ Not pain, but annoying itchiness. No scratchy!!
~ Instant relief on shoulders and neck.
~ Coughing and Deep Breathing (which is recommended) doesn't hurt like you would expect it to.
~ Up and moving as soon as the wooziness from the drugs wore off. I just want to move around.
~ A great nursing staff makes ALL the difference.
~ Trust your Doctor: He may not do what you want, but he knows what you really need. I went in with the hopes/expectations of a D/DD cup. I think, with making them beautiful, I will end up with C/D cups. Not what I wanted, but definitely what I needed. They look like they will be perky and amazing. There is a dramatic difference for sure.
Oh, and the instant 8lb weight loss isn't bad either!
If you have any questions that I haven't covered here, feel free to ask. There will be more details as my recovery progresses.