 |
|
|
              |
Visitors' Stories -- Jennifer - Page 2 SURGERY DAY: A mixture of emotions were whirling though my head, excitement, fear, anticipation. Arriving to the office with my mother I changed into the surgical gown and special socks and put the hair cap on. I met briefly with the OR nurse who went over some post operative procedures and then met the anesthesiologist who reassured me. After that surgeon came in and began to make the markings on my chest. At that point my mother left and I walked into the OR. This was the most fearful and strange experience. I got up onto the infamous T-shaped operating table where my arms would later be strapped down and the medicine was placed in a needle in my left hand. I looked up at the two large overhead lights above me and that was the last thing I remember. I woke up and everything really was a blur. I just remember two nurses there asking me if I was nauseated and I said yes. I then felt a suppository being slipped into a very private place! That helped the nausea. My mother who was right outside said she heard me moaning loudly in pain. Fortunately I don't remember that. About an hour and a half after I was pushed out in a wheel chair. DAY1: Pain, pain and more pain. I really didn't care how my breasts were going to look at that point. I felt horrible. It hurt to breathe. I had to take very small, shallow breaths. No position was comfortable. My mother had to feed me and take me to the bathroom. I had tubes coming out of my breasts, something that not all surgeons do, but let me tell you this: if I did not have them, my breasts would have been twice as engorged with blood and fluids and my stitches (periaeolar incision) would have undoubtedly stretched. The first day 100cc of blood drained out. Day 2: Equally as miserable. I continued to bleed, but now my back was beginning to hurt. Not because of my larger breasts, but because of the fact that I was hunched over with my head hanging down. It was painful to stand up straight and I guess it was my way of subconsciously protecting the surgical sight. I vomited 3 times. I didn't want to eat anything. That afternoon I went back to the doctor. He took off my dressing...VOILA! My breasts looked great. They weren't even bruised (thanks to the tubes I had in. Everything was just coming out). Day 3: Slept a lot. The medication really makes you drowsy. It was good to temporarily escape the pain, but waking up to it..and even worse..having to sit back up and feel everything shift in my chest was the worst part. Up until that point I had been sleeping on the couch with my mother beside me. Tonight she wanted me to sleep in my bed. Mistake. As I tried to lay down I screamed in pain. I wasn't ready. Back to the couch. Day 5: I still had the tubes in my breasts because I was bleeding more than usual and saw that I had some blisters forming under the surgical tape. Ouch! I watched Jay Leno and laughed. Laughing hurt... a lot. Day 7: Today was the milestone. I started to feel significantly better. I haven't stopped bleeding yet (that's a long time! I've lost about 400cc's in blood. That's like a large implants worth!) I'm still in some pain, sore and walking slow. When I move around I feel better.
|
|
|
Breast
Augmentation Home | Resources
| Find a Plastic Surgeon |
