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Visitors' Stories -- Chi (page 3 of 5) My Pre-op appointment was made a few weeks later after the initial consult. This time, both my husband and Brianna accompanied me. A plastic surgeon technician helped me try on different implants. I was currently a 34 A, so I bought some 34 C bras and tried on some a range of implant samples. Choosing the size was easy because I did not want huge boobs or barely there ones either, so I knew instantly when I found the right size. I picked a size that put me in the full C range because it looked right on my body (400cc). I also went with High Profile (HP) Mentor implants filled to 400cc because the rounds were too wide for me and would have been in my pits! I am 5'6, 115-118lbs, and have a 29" ribcage. Two days before my surgery I did the last minute freak-out and went back to the clinic to try on sizes again. I was not sure if 400cc would be enough. I wanted to see about 420cc, which is only a few tablespoons, but I had to know. I tried on the 400cc again with a different bra and it was set--I was going with the 400cc. I know I drove my husband crazy with the size freak out, but he was good about repeating what the PS technician told me, "400cc should put you in the Full C range." Alas, I was finally set (for sure) this time. The night before my surgery, I washed my chest with medical soap. I kept thinking that I must be crazy to have surgery. My body was fine the way it was. What if the new boobs make me look like a freak and I will not be able to run as well. I could die during the surgery. Are boobs worth dying for? I could make a down payment on a new car. What about a nice trip to Spain? That is right, all of these thoughts were going through my head when I was showering. I guess the surgery became more real at that time because I was physically getting ready for it. I decided that since I only live once, I want to live it with some boobs (Damn it). I woke-up early the next morning and did the medical soap shower again--I think I was too tired to think about anything. My husband took me to the clinic and made sure I had two "friends" with me, a stuffed little hippo that looked like one of my fat cats and a little tiger, his Chinese birth sign. A nurse escorted me to the pre-op room and my husband said he loved me and would see me later. I settled in the pre-op room, put the paper gown on (I kept on my pants and socks), and I climbed up on to a comfy bed. The nurse gave me a relaxer and I was feeling pretty good. It felt surreal as Dr. Mladick came in and drew the lines on me and I met the anesthesiologist. They were are so kind and I felt really calm (thank you drugs). I guess I went out because the next thing I remember was waking up in the same comfy bed and I was thinking that it must be time for the surgery. Well, then looked down at my chest and noticed the blanket had a hump--my new boobies wrapped in an ace bandage. The surgery was already over! I remember thinking "boobies" and I drifted back to sleep. I awoke again and the nurse helped me up where she took me to the recovery room. I plopped down in a nice "craft-o-matic" bed and I took a nap. I love that Dr. Mladick likes his patients to stay over one night in a recovery room because I felt secure knowing I was being taken care of by medical personnel who emptied the drains where the fluid drained from my breasts. |
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