My Post Op Post
Greeting folks! I can't tell you how wonderful it feels to be in the land of proportional boobies! FINALLY!!! The difference is incredible. You can notice the difference from a mile away. I'm doing very well. My biggest problem hasn't been pain, but sleep. I hardly slept Thursday night courtesy of my anxiety about the surgery. Yesterday afternoon, I sort of slept off the anesthesia and the morphine (though that was interrupted by many water breaks as I was parched). After about 4 or so, I was awake and eating and taking my first dose of Vicodin. The pain isn't unbearable, but it helps me feel more comfortable.
Last night, I figured out a comfortable arrangement of pillows and took 2 Vicodin in hopes of passing out. That didn't happen for a couple of reason. From about 9:45 pm to midnight, the problem were the damn neighbors. They had a gigantic party and tons of people were parking in our yard and across the street. The stupid fucking teenagers were talking loud/screaming. I was tempted to go yell at them, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. After they all seemed to leave, the Vicodin started wearing off. I couldn't get in a comfortable position, I felt warm, and my bladder kept interrupting my slumber due the absurd amount of water I've been drinking.
I've been up since about 7 am. Around 8 I took another Vicodin which helped me get a solid 2 hours of sleep on the couch, which may have lasted longer if my other stupid neighbor hadn't called to see if my mom (also sleeping) could buy her some Gatorade. That woman means well, but is damn annoying.
Anyway, the bottom line is I'm feeling pretty good for having had major surgery yesterday. And I'm excited about my smaller boobies! I can't wait until I can try on my closet and eventually go shopping. I'm hoping that on Monday or Tuesday I'll be able to try stuff on, but I won't be able to buy stuff (at least bras) for a couple of weeks. I'm still a bit swollen and I won't be able to have wires on top of my fresh scars. However, I am wearing a surgical bra which is rather comfy. Though I'm looking forward to a shower in a couple of hours to wash off the hospital stench. This will likely fall in the category of Too Much Info, but you can read anyway. Oozing is a very common aftereffect of the surgery; according my boss she oozed for a few weeks. Well, the nurse told me yesterday that I was relatively dry when leaving. Which I'm hoping is a sign that I won't be oozing much. Which is just kinda gross and annoying.
Oh! My anesthesiologist was very hot. Even though I didn't have my glasses on at the point, I could tell he was a fuzzy blur of hotness. Sadly, I spotted a wedding ring. (Like I was really in the position to hit on him.)
While I'm mostly taking it easy, I'm able to do a fair amount of stuff. I'm not as handicapped as I thought I would be. Since the pain is improving (partially on its own and partially with the help of my friend Vicodin), I need to adjust to my level of movement. I'm hesitant to move in certain ways because it hurt yesterday or I'm afraid too, but then I'll do it by accident and it's, "Oh, I can do that!"
Well, methinks that's it for now. I'm doing great and am excited to get a better sense of what precise new size I am. When I'm able to change into something other than my mom's old school, loose, button down night gown, I'll post a picture of the new me. Toodles!
Last night, I figured out a comfortable arrangement of pillows and took 2 Vicodin in hopes of passing out. That didn't happen for a couple of reason. From about 9:45 pm to midnight, the problem were the damn neighbors. They had a gigantic party and tons of people were parking in our yard and across the street. The stupid fucking teenagers were talking loud/screaming. I was tempted to go yell at them, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. After they all seemed to leave, the Vicodin started wearing off. I couldn't get in a comfortable position, I felt warm, and my bladder kept interrupting my slumber due the absurd amount of water I've been drinking.
I've been up since about 7 am. Around 8 I took another Vicodin which helped me get a solid 2 hours of sleep on the couch, which may have lasted longer if my other stupid neighbor hadn't called to see if my mom (also sleeping) could buy her some Gatorade. That woman means well, but is damn annoying.
Anyway, the bottom line is I'm feeling pretty good for having had major surgery yesterday. And I'm excited about my smaller boobies! I can't wait until I can try on my closet and eventually go shopping. I'm hoping that on Monday or Tuesday I'll be able to try stuff on, but I won't be able to buy stuff (at least bras) for a couple of weeks. I'm still a bit swollen and I won't be able to have wires on top of my fresh scars. However, I am wearing a surgical bra which is rather comfy. Though I'm looking forward to a shower in a couple of hours to wash off the hospital stench. This will likely fall in the category of Too Much Info, but you can read anyway. Oozing is a very common aftereffect of the surgery; according my boss she oozed for a few weeks. Well, the nurse told me yesterday that I was relatively dry when leaving. Which I'm hoping is a sign that I won't be oozing much. Which is just kinda gross and annoying.
Oh! My anesthesiologist was very hot. Even though I didn't have my glasses on at the point, I could tell he was a fuzzy blur of hotness. Sadly, I spotted a wedding ring. (Like I was really in the position to hit on him.)
While I'm mostly taking it easy, I'm able to do a fair amount of stuff. I'm not as handicapped as I thought I would be. Since the pain is improving (partially on its own and partially with the help of my friend Vicodin), I need to adjust to my level of movement. I'm hesitant to move in certain ways because it hurt yesterday or I'm afraid too, but then I'll do it by accident and it's, "Oh, I can do that!"
Well, methinks that's it for now. I'm doing great and am excited to get a better sense of what precise new size I am. When I'm able to change into something other than my mom's old school, loose, button down night gown, I'll post a picture of the new me. Toodles!