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.
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.
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.