Owning Up
I suppose this will come out eventually and they’ve been bugging me for a couple of days.
On the 30th of May 2007, I had breast augmentation surgery. So here’s the story of the surgery.
My surgery was scheduled for 1230. I had to be at the Clinic by 1100 for admission (they had sent out my forms before the surgery and I had to post them back in, so I didn’t have to do them on the day). I had a call the day before surgery from the Clinic giving me a timeline. Admission @ 1100. Surgery @ 1230. Arrive in recovery @ 1400. Released to go home between 1630 – 1800. The Clinic didnt give me anything to help me sleep the night before and I had to fast from 0600.I arrived at the Clinic on time but they were running late (oh joy). I was finally admitted at 1140 and was on the move from there. I was taken straight up to the surgery level of the building. I was given a gown (the ties were broken – can you believe it??), dressing gown (yay – my bum wasn’t getting flashed around), surgery slippers & shower cap (mine was red because I have an allergy to some medications). I was told to go to the toilet and then wait in the OR Waiting Room.
I was in there for maybe 2 minutes and then I was called into a Consultation Room. My Dr’s Nurse came in to see how I was doing and checked my pulse & blood pressure – pulse was 101 per minute… She said to wait in the Room and Dr Fleming would be in to see me in about 5 minutes. This seemed to drag on. Dr Fleming came in and took before photos and got me to sign a form saying that I give him permission to perform the BA in the Clinic. Then about 5 minutes later the Anesthetist came in. She told me that she was going to monitor me for the entire surgery and she would take good care of me. The nurse came back in and told me it was time to come through.
Everyone was really great – patting me on the hand – the nurse actually put her arm around me saying that she’d like me as her daughter & she has 3 sons if I was available – lol.
I walked down the corridor to the OR, and it was great that it was all girls except for Dr Fleming. I got up on the table, I looked at the clock, 1230, right on time. The Anesthetist put the heart monitor things on my back and I laid down. Then she put in the drip into my hand and they put the oxygen mask on and the nurse said to me, “Be good”. I could taste the meds, and that was it.
I woke up in recovery and asked the nurse if Dr Fleming has already been in to see me. She said that I had already spoken to him… hrm… didnt remember. I started to feel sick and some pain so I told the nurse. She gave me some pills. After a while, they said they’ll grab my boyfriend so he can come in for a visit. They didn’t let him stay for long as it tires you out. The nurse brought my clothes in and said for me to get dressed when I felt up to it. She said maybe in a half hour. In that half hour, I started to feel sicker and sicker. The nurse came in and said that it had been the half hour and to try to get changed. I sat up and got changed. It really took it out of me. There was blood on the bed so I thought I was still bleeding but the nurse said that I wasn’t. I laid back down.
In about another 10 minutes, the nurse came in and said that I should try to eat something. She walked me out to the OR Recovery Waiting Room (why aren’t all waiting rooms like this? Recliner chairs, food on tables, drinks etc available for purchase if you were waiting) where I had lemonade & a salad sandwich waiting for me. I took one bite of the sandwich. Cue vomit. Tried some lemonade. I kept the lemonade down. After a while, my boyfriend asked if I would be ok for the ride home as he would like to beat peak hour. The nurses said I would be ok and gave me heaps of vomit bags. They were great. Once you’ve been sick you twirl the bag around and lock it into place and then just throw them out. Much better than the bucket I had in mind!
The ride home went well. No vomiting at all. I was too busy giving my other half directions how to get home. He’s a shocker. Once we got home, he cooked me some food hoping I would keep it down. I needed to take the pain killers and antibiotics with food. I ate and took the pills and within 10 minutes I was vomiting. I went sleep on my pillow fort still feeling crook…
The next morning, I tried to eat again. No luck, kept vomiting. My boyfriend called my Dr. He said “Stop the pain killers.” I’m sorry what did you just say?
The clinic did a follow up phone call on Friday. The nurse asked me how I was doing… Hrm – Im still throwing up and I haven’t taken any pain killers. I haven’t eaten properly since Tuesday. She said that if I was still throwing up on Sunday to call my Dr and get different antibiotics as that could be causing me to feel crook. Funnily enough, Sunday was the first day I didn’t throw up.
On Friday & Saturday, I cried. I was hurting, vomiting and couldn’t get comfortable. I hadn’t slept properly and I had started to go a bit nutty being not able to do anything.
Sunday on the other hand was fantastic! I woke up feeling bloody great. I had a bowl of porridge and took my antibiotic and felt great. My boyfriend took me for a walk around the backyard and my cat came as well.
So getting back to the reason that I started this entry, I think my nerves are healing as they are majorly sore. All of a sudden I’ll get this sharp zinging pain in a certain area and it’s quite hard to stop myself from grabbing them. I’m sure its a good look.
Here’s what they looked like before the op:
And this is what they looked like 2 weeks after surgery (they have since dropped):
I will write about my first bra purchase post op soon.