Evil Oddie

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.

Glen’s eldest sister just called to check everything is still okay for her and some of the family to stay with us. They are arriving on Thursday and are staying with us for a week. I quite like Jan (Glen’s eldest sister), so I am really looking forward to catching up. Unfortunately, I don’t have any leave owing so I won’t be taking any leave. The good news is that Brisbane Show Holiday is Wednesday, so I get to spend their last day with them.

We have a 5 bedroom house and it’s going to be packed with people. Jan, her husband, her daughter, her granddaughter & Glen’s parents are also staying with us. I have a feeling that I’m not really going to have much time to myself. It’s also totally different when it isn’t your family. I feel as though I need to be extra ‘nice’. I probably don’t have to because they probably know I’m a wench most of the time, but I guess I want them to like me. It doesn’t help that we have been brought up differently. For example, when I go home to my parents, if I want to eat anything in the fridge, I have to ask first. When Glen goes to his parents home, he just opens the fridge and starts eating. It just doesn’t make sense to me. I still ask if I want anything from anyone.

It’s always nice to have visitors, but I also like it when I have the ability to do nudey runs from the bathroom to my bedroom.

Oh dear – this is the part where you find out that I’m not such a nice person.

I ran into an old work colleague on the way home. I was waiting in line at the checkouts in Bi-Lo. When the Service Cashier started serving me, we both recognised each other. My heart lurched. I remember when she was the receptionist / admin person and I was the accounts / payroll person. I made her cry (not the first person I’ve made cry and certainly not the last). I won’t go into detail, but I held her feet to the fire when some stuff she said came into question. She left not long after… I did this to two other people at the same company. Goodness, maybe they just put me with the people they wanted to get rid of.

Getting back on track. While she was scanning my groceries, she told me that she actually doesn’t work at Bi-Lo… mmm hang on – you’re behind the register and you’re in their uniform… I’m going with you work here. She told me that she is a consultant at some la-di-da firm in the city. They fly her all over Australia in Business Class. I asked her what consulting work she does and she either ignored the question or didn’t hear it.

Then she proceeds to tell me that she’s had a baby and loves being at home with her baby. Bear with me a moment. You have just told me you are a fancy consultant that gets flown all over Australia and you are also working at Bi-Lo… hrrm… doesn’t leave a lot of time for the baby at home.

Which leads me to think that she has just told a big porky pie. When I catch up with people, I tell them the truth, as sad as it is.

My half of the conversation: Yes I am still with Glen. No we are not married. Yes it has been eight years. Yes it had better be a freaking huge rock of a diamond. No I haven’t had the pleasure of squeezing a baby out of my nether regions. Yes doing the same kinda work just in a different place. Yes my life still sucks gigantic balls.

See? Isn’t telling the truth better?

At work, Friday lunch is normally: at a pub; takeaway food eaten in a park or; a BBQ. Today was a bit different. We had a meeting in the early afternoon so we couldn’t be too long. We decided to get a pizza from a well known franchise and eat it back at the office.

We started eating our pizza and it tasted fantastic (except for the pain from the ulcer) as only takeaway foods can. I was onto my second piece when I thought that one of my newly cut hairs had made its way into my mouth. On further investigation, it was not a hair from my head. It looked particularly like a curly brown hair from the groin area.

I announced my find to the rest of my colleagues, most of them laughed and had a look at the offending hair. Here’s the part that shocked me – The Pizza Still Got Eaten!!!

Me also not thinking about what I was doing because of all the commotion, ate the rest of the piece that the offending hair was located on!

I’ve developed an ulcer on the inner top part of my top lip.  It hurts quite a lot because whenever I talk or eat it rubs on my gum. I was thinking of what heals these buggers. 

I had a flashback to when Glen and I were in the process of moving down to Brisbane and we were staying with friends.  I got an ulcer and my friends told me to put salt on it.  I tried it and it hurt like hell.  Glen told me that I wasn’t putting enough salt onto it to even make a difference.  So he got a wop load on his finger and held it there.  I had tears rolling down my cheeks.  I should let you know that this salt torture did not work.

 Maybe there isn’t a quick fix that I’m willing to try.  

I just went and had a style cut at Just Cuts at Springfield Orion. I had a shopper docket from Big W, so the actual cut only cost $18. Normally a cut costs $22. Bargain. I can’t believe how fantastic the cut actually is. I have had my hair cut at Jon Le Court for $62 and it was a dodge job. Very Happy With JUST CUTS!!!!

Also some advice that has differing opinions. Hair colours that you buy from the chemist & supermarkets actually do harm to your hair. I have had several hairdressers tell me this. After discussions with my new found friend at Just Cuts, the colours that you can buy are very strong and can do damage. She advised me to go to Price Attack and have a chat with them as they sell salon quality hair colours. I’ll be going there tomorrow to finish off the new do!

The other funny thing is that I live 2 doors down from the parents of the hairdresser. She told me that she can remember my house being built and she used to baby sit the builder’s kids. Our house was built maybe 25 years ago and we are the 3rd owners. She asked me what we have done to the house and what our plans are etc. Her and her husband looked at buying it when is was on the market last year. She said she’ll tell her Mum that she met me and expects her Mum will come down and introduce herself. How very small is the world?

Thanks for popping by. I am just following the trend of writing my life on a blog.  So if you have nothing better to do than read about my kind of boring existence – stick around!