Hi Girls
Well, after much stress and a longer wait than desired, I’ve made it!!
Stats: 340cc HP inspira overs sub fascial with dr Fallahdar.
I’m rather out of it, so appologies if this is a bit gobbledy-goop! I’m high on
Codeine and typing on my iPhone from the hospital.
I had my op at Highgate yesterday, stayed over night, and am now sat in the hospital bed with my new Lady Lumps!
I’ll do my best to give you a quick run down of events before I pass out again from the painkillers.
So, my bloke and I came up Friday night and stayed in a hotel close to the hospital. It was a strange evening. I felt quite distant and removed. Before I went to bed I looked in the mirror at my boobs- they looked nervous! And I felt kinda sad to be saying good bye to the little things.
The next day we got to Highgate for 7:30am admission. Was shown to my room. The rooms are nice and clean. Then the nurse came to weigh, measure and take my blood pressure (which was some ridiculously low reading due to the nerves).
The Mr Fallahdar came in to see me. He was fantastic. He drew on me with his purple pen, and explained what he was thinking about the look we could achieve given my ptosis (droop) and slight rib cage asymmetry
He was warm and attentative and made me feel so much more relaxed. Though, embarrassingly, when he was marking up my boobs, my armpits suddenly started to sweat big drips of sweat due to the nerves! not a good look! He said I happens when people get really anxious! Nice! Then he took some before pics. He asked if I’d settled on an implant size (I had a choice of 340cc or 375cc) and I said I would go with the one he felt he could achieve the best results with. He said the 340 would be best, as there’d be less droop risk and less chance of the implant showing or rippling. So, 340 cc it was to be.
Dr F left. My partner, who has been a total god send, said he’d not seen me this nervous since the start of The Great South Run.
Then the anaethsetist came in. She was a nice lady and explained what was going to happen.
Wearing my fetching paper knickers and blue robe, I kissed my bf good bye, and walked down to theatre with a friendly male nurse.
In the pre op room the aneithsetis and nurse asked me to lay on the bed and try to relax and breath deep. I couldn’t believe it was about to REALLY happen. I tried to stay calm and breath slow. They put a canular in my arm, and then administered the morphine.
I suddenly felt like my whole body was going tense and turning to stone.
The last thing I remember was some one saying ‘breath deeply’. Then nothing.
“it’s time to wake up”… I heard a distant voice as I was brought round in the post op room. I felt confused for a few seconds, and couldn’t seem to talk. I looked around and realised I’d had the op. I felt like I was in a dream. And then my body started to shake all over. I couldn’t stop the convulsions. I wanted to ask the nurse if it all
Went ok but I couldnt articulate my self. I don’t remember being wheeled up to my room.
But I remember shaking and tears running down my face. I wasn’t in pain as such, but in shock I think. I could hear my bf talking to
The nurse but couldnt focus on the conversation. I just wanted the convulsing to stop. It lasted about 45 mins.
Then they gave me some pain killers- Tramadol.
When these kicked in I felt the tension ease away, and the pain in my chest (that I hadnt known I was experiencing) stopped. My BF was great… Stroking my hand. I felt relaxed.
Then I started to hallucinate because of the pain killers!
I saw minature pastel coloured hippos walking around! and when I shut my eyes Dahli like images raced through my mind! Which was rather fun and amusing. I think my bf thought I’d gone bananas!
I slipped in and out of awakeness all afternoon. With nurses coming and going to take my blood pressure (at one point the reading was absurd- 105/ 58… Then 99/45… Pretty odd or so I gather).
My bf and I had some pretty existential converstations- the kind you’d imagine Mary Shelly and Biron having back in the day when opiates where an acceptable social drug!
I didn’t eat lunch as I wasn’t hungry. And fir dinner I had some plain fish and veg. The food was goid though- for just £10 extra my bf had a 3course dinner by my bed side and said it was really very nice (the pudding looked good- sticky toffee apple pie).
At 9pm my bf left. I thought I’d be tired and be able to sleep, but I just kept floating in a sort of trance. So at 1:30am I called the nurse who brought me more painkillers and a sleeping pill.
I was woken at 6:50am to take blood pressure and put on my Macom Bra.. Which feels very tight. When mr Fallahdar comes to check on me I’ll ask if it’s too small
Right, just typing this is making me exhausted. So I’ll sign off.
I just want to say thanks to all the girls for your help and support.
And to my BF who’s been great!
Summary is, I love Mr F and Highgate… MYA still needs to improve though.
Can’t believe I’ve done it. Will post pics when I have energy.
xXx
Happy healing xx
Happy healing xx
xxx i LOLd att the pastel hippos lmao xx happy healing sweetie
