Reduction Chronicles: Surgery Day

The past couple of weeks has flown by and my life has really changed. My surgery date was May 10th but the changes started a couple of days prior. My anxiety level was through the roof! I needed to stay busy to keep myself calm but the people in my life seemed to have other plans. Not to mention, some of them wanted me to counsel them on personal issues even when I told them I just didn’t have it in me to listen or solve their problems (more of life-sucking friends later). I ended up extremely irritable and frustrated right before surgery.

Despite that, I was surprisingly calm and excited the day of surgery.


I was a little nervous by my wonderful parents were with me and helped to keep me level. The nurses were amazing even though they made me take down the bun I had worked so hard to get to the top of my head. Apparently no rubber is allowed in the operating room. *shrug*


There was one complication during surgery. Unfortunately, I’m allergic to something in anesthesia. I was almost completely under when I suddenly woke back up, burning and itching from head to toe! The operating room went into a slight uproar as they attempted to calm me down while getting something to put into my IV to stop the reaction. They did and put me back under. Next thing I know, I was waking up, in excruciating pain and asking for my dad.


To be totally honest, the pain I felt when I woke up brought tears to my eyes. It was really bad. It mainly burned and felt like my chest was on fire. A few hours later, I was sent home and my dad helped get me into bed.


I don’t want this to be too long so there will be another post where I discuss my reactions and things I’ve been doing to help with recovery.



Reduction Chronicles: Pre-op Jitters


Surgery is in a matter of hours. I’m nervous. I’m anxious. I’m having crazy dreams of falling post-op and busting my stitches open. Last week, I would fall asleep at 3am and be awake by 7am. This week, is better…I’m asleep around 2am. I think my nerves are high due to my overactive imagination and the fact that I’ve never so much as sprained an ankle. This may not be considered a major surgery but it’s major and life altering for me.

Despite all of the nerves, I’m excited for this new adventure. I’m excited to be able to tie my shoes without trying to manuever around my breasts. And once I’ve fully recovered, I will love not being in pain all the time. Not to mention this has got to be the best excuse in the world to go on a shopping binge!

Oh, I had my pre-op appointment and was told that at least 6 pounds was being removed from my chest! Even with that, I may still be a D cup but the doctor is hoping for a full C. I knew breasts were heavy but hearing the doctor say it just made it seem so much more real.

My next update will be post op and I will try to include some pics from surgery day with my pseudo-brave pre-op face and whatever face I’m making post-op.

Breast Reduction Chronicles: Overwhelmed


In 2 weeks, I will be having surgery. The realization of this hit me hard when the hospital called to schedule me. That also made me realize I hadn’t even started shopping for the things I’ll need post-op. I went online to get what I knew was a quick list of items. I was so wrong.

Post-op Surgery List

  • Vitamin c (reduce scaring)
  • Bacitracin (neosporin)
  • Bromelian (pineapple extract to reduce swelling/scaring)
  • OTC sleep aid (for trying to sleep with pain due to being elevated)
  • Stool softener (too many meds = constipation)
  • Silicone Sheet
  • Gauze
  • Hibiclens/Antibacterial soap (to wash body with before surgery)
  • Heating pads
  • Ice packs
  • Thermometer (1st way to detect infection)
  • Yogurt
  • Jell-o/pudding
  • Low sodium soup
  • Crackers
  • salmon
  • Veggies
  • Fruit
  • Wedge pillow (can’t lie down)
  • Button down gowns/shirts (can’t lift arms)
  • Bucket (for nausea)

This really isn’t even a complete list. I didn’t even cover entertainment for bedrest or the long list of recommended vitamins to help expedite recovery. Not to mention the list of things I need to do like clean house, do laundry, get my hair done, pay bills early so I don’t have to think about them later….the list feels never ending.

I truly just need to focus on relaxing and checking things off the list one by one.


Reduction Chronicles: It’s offical


You can’t see it (and probably wouldn’t want to) but I’m doing my happy dance! I just heard from my doctor and my insurance company approved the breast reduction surgery! (Pauses for a moment to get my 90’s R&B girl group dance on.)

The surgery is just a few weeks away and I’m nervous out of my mind. I’ve never had surgery. Not even a broken bone. I’m not sure what to expect from the whole thing. I have heard that when you wake up from surgery, you feel as if your body is on fire. Not at all looking forward to that experience. But I am excited to have my boobs chopped off.
What this really means to me is no more pain, no more struggling to afford bras and no more unhealthy lifestyle due to the inability to workout. This is really about to be life changing and I’m scared but ready.


Reduction Chronicles: So I went to the doctor


I’ve had my consultation appointment for a breast reduction. It was interesting to say the least. First, the nurse asked why I wanted a reduction. My answers as follows:

  • My body hurts all the time. Literally. My neck, shoulders and back.
  • I feel like my body is disproportionate
  • I would love to buy a bra that cost as more than a pair of stilettos
  • Having a matching bra & panty set would be lovely as well
  • People need to recognize me as more than the girl with the big boobs
  • I can’t do Pilates anymore
  • Running has never been an option
  • Buying clothes is a pain in the ass. Dressy in most trendy clothing is impossible.
  • Anything remotely low cut makes me look slutty.

The nurse stopped me at this point but I could have added way more to that list. Next, I watched a long video explaining the process. And finally, I meet the surgeon. She is a tiny woman with a big smile so I immediately felt at ease. We talked for a bit and then it was time for her to take a look at what I’m working with.

The first thing she said was considering they size of my breasts, they still are a lot heavier than other people my size. She then used her hands to sort of weigh me in an effort to compare which one was heavier than the other. To say it was awkward to have a woman you meet five minutes ago lifting your boobs up and down is an understatement. Especially her curious face and comments of “Hmmm…yeah….I think the right one is little bit lighter.” *Lifts right boob and then left and then right again* “Yes, the left is definitely heavier.”

And just to make it even more uncomfortable, we got to take pictures to send to my insurance company. I’m pretty sure these were boob mug shots though. It went like this:

“Alright, Katrina, stand against the white wall and face forward with your shoulders back. Good. *snaps pic* Now, Turn to the right. Good. *snaps pic* Turn to the left. Take a step forward please. Good. *snaps pic* Turn to the right and face the corner. I need to get a profile shot as well. Good. *snaps pic* Turn to the left and face the corner. Good. *snaps pic* You may put your clothes back on.”

All in all though, it was an informative experience. Despite how uncomfortable it was, the staff and doctor did make me feel as comfy as they could. They were all very nice, talkative and made me laugh. Now I get to anxiously wait for a few weeks to find out if my insurance company will cover it.

What was your most awkward experience at a doctor’s office?


Health: Looking in the Mirror Sucks

Body image has got to be an issue that everyone in the world deals with. My issue: these huge boobs strapped to the front of my body. Like many women, I began developing early and I was embarrassed! During middle school, I wore a huge red jacket all the time in an effort to hide my shape. To make matters worse, I am the youngest of 3 girls. My chest was larger than both of my sisters…and my mother’s! And again, I was in middle school.

Enter high school; I’m 5’1 and wearing a freaking DD cup. But I was pretty sure my boobs would stop growing. I mean, why wouldn’t they? I was 120 lbs and there was no way they could keep growing since the rest of me had stopped.  This is the point where genetics straight up laughed in my face. These damned things just kept growing.

I will honestly say that I am about 85 lbs heavier than I was as a high school freshman about 15 years ago. My boobs however seemed to have more than doubled in size. Right now, I’m lugging around an H cup. Just so you can really get an idea of how horrible that is, it’s essentially this: DDDDD. Yep, that’s 5 D’s. 5. I don’t even like taking pictures because my boobs make the rest of my body look so disproportionate. You know how when someone loses too much weight too quick and they have the lollipop head thing going on? Well I have that in the opposite direction. My boobs make my head look super small. Like the shrunken head thing. Even with my big curly hair, my head looks tiny.


So now, at the tender, fresh faced age of almost 30, I am going under the knife. Well, I hope so anyway. I have an appointment for a consultation with a plastic surgeon.  I have no idea what to expect so I’m excited and nervous. I do know that my surgeon is supposed to be amazing and she’s being doing breast augmentation for almost 15 years.

Hopefully, I will get good news during the consultation. Is there any part of your body that you don’t like enough to have surgery?