Hi girls finally I have written my story I’m still not 100 hundred percent which is why it has taken me 3 days lol…….
The day before my Ba was very hectic, as me and my boyfriend was still in turkey on holiday- we had a fab time. Luckily because I was on holiday the week before my Ba I didn’t really have much time to get nervous or think about it. I was mostly excited.
My patient coordinator –Amy rang me a week before with my admission time, which was 9.30am on Wednesday 14th July at Highgate hospital. I knew it was going to be tiring two days and a tiring journey as we didn’t arrive back from Turkey to Gatwick until 1.40am on the 14th July (the day of my Ba). Unfortunately neither me or my fiancé had any sleep so we were both knackered, and had to kill 2hrs ½ hours at Gatwick train station until the Gatwick express started running, which wasn’t until 4.30 am. It was such a horrible wait, and I began to get upset because I was so tired, and I started to worry about going into surgery; that’s when my nerves kicked in as I hadn’t really thought about my Ba and the fact I knew it was happening in 5hours time, it really shook me.
We finally arrived at Victoria station both feeling dead but relieved we weren’t waiting anymore. We got a taxi from the station to Highgate, we were very early when we arrived- 5.30am!! Which was 4hours early lol. The hospital wasn’t really open but they still let us in. I was greeted by this friendly intense African man however I could barely understand him he spoke too fast. He gave me a form to fill out but told me I was a day case which instantly pissed me off, as I was told I was a night case and agreed with Mr Fallahdar to be a night case. I also had booked my fiancé a hotel to stay in. I knew I wouldn’t get my money back so I was determined to stay.
I was then shown to my room upstairs as it was so early me and my fiancé jumped strait into the bed provided for me and conked out lol. At about 6am we was woken up by a lovely nurse she said she thought we were dead as it took her so long to wake us. We explained to her why we were so tired and she was very sympathetic. She took my blood pressure, weighed me, measured me etc. Then asked me loads of questions – One answer made her shout at me and that instantly made me sad. She asked me if I had anything to drink and I said water- then she went off on one, but it says on the rules from mya that you’re allowed to drink still water up to 2hours before your admission time and it was well before 2hours. Anyway she gave me; the dress- well I doubt I can call it a dress lol, my socks that were well tight, and my big itchy pants. She said we could rest and she would be back in later. I put all my stuff on and fell asleep with my fiancé.
At about 9am there was a knock at my door and it was Mr Fallahdar- he laughed at all my luggage (but he didn’t know about us coming back from Turkey otherwise he wouldn’t of performed surgery on me I later found out, I thought the nurse told him). Instantly Mr Fallahdar made me feel happy and comfy, I explained how nervous I was about needles as that was what I was most worried about- I have the biggest phobia of needles lol. He told me not to worry and that he will make sure everyone’s gentle and nice including him which made me feel sooooo good and I was back feeling very excited about my new boobs. He drew on me and talked to me etc also including my fiancé. We decided on overs as he said he thought that was best for me as I had more than enough breast tissue. The anaesthetist came in to meet me while Mr. Fallahdar was with me. She was very nice, they both then left and said I will be ready in 30mins and that a nurse will come and get me. Instantly when they left I was so excited jumping around the room, at this point my poor fiancé jumped back into my bed I couldn’t keep still- I was pretending to be his nurse. The nurse laughed that I was stood up and he was in bed.
Before I knew it I was kissing and hugging my fiancé and then walking with the nurse down to surgery. I remember freaking out about the needle when I led down but then before I knew it I heard; see you when you wake up. I got this horrible taste in my mouth then I was out.
When I came around I was all blurry, my fiancé was reassuring me as I was shaking loads and getting worked up, once I calmed down he then fed me water by straw, whilst the nurse were putting these pumpy things on my legs. I felt very strange like I was high on drugs and my fiancé said I was saying how nice the weather was when it was awful lol. I wasn’t aware enough to appreciate my new boobs; my fiancé complimented me though which was lovely. The nurse got me a tea and my fiancé ordered dinner for us. Meanwhile my fiancé started eating some Doritos I ate one but then regretted it but I was ok.
Mr Fallahdar came in to check on me and my new boobs, he looked very worried; I wasn’t all there so it’s hard to think back but I remember him saying about going back into theatre- I instantly looked at him and said’ but they look fine’. He said that the right one was perfect but the left one was very swollen and that he could tell it was bleeding too much underneath; he was very apologetic and said it would be ok. He got the nurse to get ice for it to help with the swelling I didn’t think it was his fault at all, Mr Fallahdar was shocked that this had happened and said this has never happened to any of his patients before- just my luck. The anaesthetist refused to put me under anaesthetic so soon after surgery and because I had eaten a crisp and had drunk tea I had to wait till 5 until I could go back into theatre. The day went by so slowly I was so out of it falling in and out of sleep, in the time I was waiting to go back into theatre I noticed the change in my left boob it got very red and a lot higher, also hurting lots. My fiancé was very short fused from feeling so tired and annoyed/ worried about me going back in to surgery on the same day. The nurse let him sleep in a spare bed as he was led on the floor- my poor babe. Mr Fallahdar came in to check on me one last time before I went back into theatre. I think my nurse told him about me coming back from Turkey on the same day however I didn’t think it was an issue as I told my pc and she said that’s fine as long as you don’t go abroad after your Ba. But apparently it’s to do with being on the plane and blood clots etc. Mr Fallahdar wasn’t horrible he was very nice in fact but noticed how tired and stressed my fiancé was and how rushed we were, saying the experience shouldn’t be like this it should be relaxing including the atmosphere and that if he knew he would of changed the date for me; reassuring me that I will be ok still.
The time finally came for me to go back into theatre, by that time I was in a lot of pain and couldn’t move. A porter wheeled me to theatre but banged the bed into the lift door which hurt very much and made me anxious; as I got worried he’d do it again. Once we got to the room I was given a hand off the bed to a chair as my bed in theatre wasn’t set up which I thought was unorganised as one of the doctors/nurse (I’m not sure) wasn’t happy about it. This time I had a different anaesthetist, he helped me on to the bed once it was ready for me and asked me to lay flat, I yelled in pain as it was very painful. Next thing I knew it, I had that same weird taste and I was out again…..2nd time in one day!!!
When I came around it was a different room, it was similar though and had all the same things, but apparently they changed it to a night case room for me which was downstairs. I don’ remember much again, I just remember feeling drowsy and soar. I had a drain hanging from my left boob, but after all I had been through it didn’t bother me I was so out of it. My fiancé ordered me some dinner as I still hadn’t eaten due to surgery. He ordered fish but the smell made me feel so sick, so I just ate the fruit salad and drank my tea and juice. My fiancé went to his hotel, I was very emotional and cried when he left- I felt so weak, drained, in agony and disorientated.
The night nurse introduced herself to me; she was really nice to me and helped me going to the toilet etc. She gave me some pain killers and that was it I was fast asleep. I woke up the next day at 6am feeling awful I pressed the button thing that calls the nurse, and asked for a cup of tea. After my tea was brought in the nurse came in and gave me more pain killers she said that she would take my drain out after I ate my breakfast which was delicious. Man I dragged breakfast out but it didn’t count she came back to take it out and I was petrified. It hurt soo much, I cried my eyes out as my left boob was really soar due to the complications. She felt sorry for me and could see I was in loads of pain so came back with two injections to give me for the pain- they made me cry too as I hate injections the most and they really hurt as she did them so slowly lol. After all the added pain the nurse sat with me and had a nice chat with me as she could see how upset I was- which made me feel better. We spoke about my holiday and her sons and she showed me pictures on her phone.
Sorry about my long story it’s taken me 2days to write lol because I’m so out of it still I’m a bit slow lol. Apparently it’s to do with all the anaesthetic I was given with the pain killers and antibiotics together I’m completely knocked out still and I’m in pain still. Not fun really the journey home was hell and I cried loads lol. But now I’m at home resting which is nice, just hard at times as I still can’t appreciate my new boobs, and I think because of the complication I’m scared and I keep thinking something else is going to go wrong and I can’t see past the pain. So to be honest I’m trying not to think about my boobs. Reassurance would be fab girlies. To see pictures if you haven’t looked already my password is= angel19
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