Surgery
The day before surgery, James took me swimming to the new pool that is just short walk from my place. They rebuilt the old community center~
Got to wear my new bathing suit and the little skirt James got for me as a birthday gift to go with it~ I felt a lot less naked :P
The pool was great, I was worried about going since there are no adult swims and didn't want to be around a ton of crazy children. But there weren't many people at all.
The have 2 water slides (that were off for some reason), main pool, hot tub and the big leisure pool where we spent most of our time. The water was lukewarm and its built and moves like a river, just pushing you along with the current. Didn't hurt my knees at all, except when I tried to walk against it.
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After that, we did a dry run to the hospital to see if we could find it easy. It was storming here pretty bad and we got stuck in traffic for ages, as it was we ended up getting lost but found a nice place for dinner and then got better directions for where to go. I'd planned on just staying up all night since it seemed so pointless to sleep but swimming wore me out so I crashed with James around 1.
Got up the next morning at 5, took my last shower and grabbed the bag I had packed the night before to take to the hospital. We left at 6am to make sure we got there on time as my check in had to be at 7:45am. Since we made it a bit early, we walked across the street from the hospital to check out a pretty little park. I still wasn't worried about the whole thing and wondered when that was going to kick in.
Checked in, got my blood pressure and temp. taken. Then I was given a gown, robe, compression socks (they were baggy on me...so I don't think they did any compressing X_x) and some booties. Then I was in a bed in the day surgery area with James for ages. My surgery was timed for 9:45 but I didn't go in until 10:45. By this time I was starving and thirsty.
The nurse had a bitch of a time trying to get my IV in since my hands are so boney. She eventually got a vein but it was in my right hand.
My surgeon came in but didn't bother introducing herself and I didn't recognize her at first but when she had me strip and started drawing markings on me....I guess it had to be her. We talked about size briefly, I said I wanted to be a C but I also wanted to be proportional and wasn't sure if that was too small. She said she'd try to take me in between a C-D. Then she marked and took off. We didn't get a chance to talk about a couple other things which pissed me off. But I've heard that although this woman is a great surgeon, she has shitty bedside manor.
Said goodbye to James when they came to get me, still wasn't worried. I guess I knew I'd be fine. They wheeled me into the OR. Put a mask over my face for some oxygen and a few minutes later the ceiling was shifting around. I asked if there was anything else in with the oxygen but the anesthesiologist said no, he'd given me something in the IV to relax and apologized for forgetting to tell me. That was the last thing I remembered and then I was struggling to wake up in the recovery room.
I felt pain but still nothing compared to what my knees and shoulders go through sometimes. It was hard to open my eyes and even focus them. I didn't wake up with a massive headache like with my last surgery thank god but I was nauseous (No puking this time either...Score!). They gave me something in the IV and that passed. I remember one of the first things I said before that was asking where James was. They said after I'd been there for awhile, they would send me back to the day surgery area and I could see him. The bastards would not give me water tho.
My face was super itchy and my eyes felt gross, kinda slimy. The nurse said they had put lube on/in? my eyes, also saw this
on my skin and thought I had broken out in hives but its just the antiseptic. The figured the itching was from the Fentanyl they had been giving me so they switched over to morphine. Which is not the wonder drug I'd hoped it would be, it didn't really touch the pain. I was in that room about an hour (an hour awake anyway) before they brought me back out.
The nice nurse who wheeled me back said James had been back and forth asking about me, he came in a few minutes later and was so worried. Apparently they neglected to tell him when I was out of surgery so he thought it was taking extra long. Its already a 3hr surgery.
I finally got something to drink thanks to him, he pulled out my ginger ale and water. My throat was a bit sore from having a tube stuck down it and my chest was burning. I didn't feel any lighter like I'd heard some people do when they've woken up. My chest was wrapped tightly in bandages with a cute velcro tube top over that. They said it was big on me X_x its not supposed to cover as much as it was covering.
James was awesome, taking care of me and getting the nurses when I needed things like juice or the bathroom. Srsly...IV's = omgmustpeeforever -_-
Altogether we stayed just over 10 hours, they kept me in recovery a long time to make sure I was stable enough to go home. I was still hurting and Morphine didn't seem to be doing much. The sent me home with a prescription for Toradol....wtf srsly? Major surgery and you send me home with a fucking anti-inflammatory? Lovely.
Stopped at a toy store because there was one nearby and I begged James to let me go look. I had to hold my chest and felt woozy as hell but during our quick little look around I didn't pass out. We then popped into Fat Burger where I swear everyone stopped to stare at me, I looked like death so I can't blame them. Grabbed a chocolate milkshake, some fries and went home.
I didn't think I'd be able to sleep because Im a tummy/side sleeper and now I had to be sitting propped up but it was good, slept through the night and most of the afternoon. A little less pain earlier today but I feel it when I move and especially when I stand up. I still don't feel lighter but maybe pain is blocking that. Both my Mum and James say I look smaller but I don't see that yet. I have however, noticed I can breathe better....which is pretty cool.
They are both running around after me so thank you ~
my first post-op appointment is this Tuesday, I'll get my bandages changed and get to see what they look like (I know they will look like Frankenboobies but I hope its not too awful), also will find out how much she took from each.
Still so glad I did this, I just wish I had done it years ago.
Got to wear my new bathing suit and the little skirt James got for me as a birthday gift to go with it~ I felt a lot less naked :P
The pool was great, I was worried about going since there are no adult swims and didn't want to be around a ton of crazy children. But there weren't many people at all.
The have 2 water slides (that were off for some reason), main pool, hot tub and the big leisure pool where we spent most of our time. The water was lukewarm and its built and moves like a river, just pushing you along with the current. Didn't hurt my knees at all, except when I tried to walk against it.
http://jamesgarbutt.com/content/uploads/2012/06/Edmonds-Feature.jpg
After that, we did a dry run to the hospital to see if we could find it easy. It was storming here pretty bad and we got stuck in traffic for ages, as it was we ended up getting lost but found a nice place for dinner and then got better directions for where to go. I'd planned on just staying up all night since it seemed so pointless to sleep but swimming wore me out so I crashed with James around 1.
Got up the next morning at 5, took my last shower and grabbed the bag I had packed the night before to take to the hospital. We left at 6am to make sure we got there on time as my check in had to be at 7:45am. Since we made it a bit early, we walked across the street from the hospital to check out a pretty little park. I still wasn't worried about the whole thing and wondered when that was going to kick in.
Checked in, got my blood pressure and temp. taken. Then I was given a gown, robe, compression socks (they were baggy on me...so I don't think they did any compressing X_x) and some booties. Then I was in a bed in the day surgery area with James for ages. My surgery was timed for 9:45 but I didn't go in until 10:45. By this time I was starving and thirsty.
The nurse had a bitch of a time trying to get my IV in since my hands are so boney. She eventually got a vein but it was in my right hand.
My surgeon came in but didn't bother introducing herself and I didn't recognize her at first but when she had me strip and started drawing markings on me....I guess it had to be her. We talked about size briefly, I said I wanted to be a C but I also wanted to be proportional and wasn't sure if that was too small. She said she'd try to take me in between a C-D. Then she marked and took off. We didn't get a chance to talk about a couple other things which pissed me off. But I've heard that although this woman is a great surgeon, she has shitty bedside manor.
Said goodbye to James when they came to get me, still wasn't worried. I guess I knew I'd be fine. They wheeled me into the OR. Put a mask over my face for some oxygen and a few minutes later the ceiling was shifting around. I asked if there was anything else in with the oxygen but the anesthesiologist said no, he'd given me something in the IV to relax and apologized for forgetting to tell me. That was the last thing I remembered and then I was struggling to wake up in the recovery room.
I felt pain but still nothing compared to what my knees and shoulders go through sometimes. It was hard to open my eyes and even focus them. I didn't wake up with a massive headache like with my last surgery thank god but I was nauseous (No puking this time either...Score!). They gave me something in the IV and that passed. I remember one of the first things I said before that was asking where James was. They said after I'd been there for awhile, they would send me back to the day surgery area and I could see him. The bastards would not give me water tho.
My face was super itchy and my eyes felt gross, kinda slimy. The nurse said they had put lube on/in? my eyes, also saw this
on my skin and thought I had broken out in hives but its just the antiseptic. The figured the itching was from the Fentanyl they had been giving me so they switched over to morphine. Which is not the wonder drug I'd hoped it would be, it didn't really touch the pain. I was in that room about an hour (an hour awake anyway) before they brought me back out.
The nice nurse who wheeled me back said James had been back and forth asking about me, he came in a few minutes later and was so worried. Apparently they neglected to tell him when I was out of surgery so he thought it was taking extra long. Its already a 3hr surgery.
I finally got something to drink thanks to him, he pulled out my ginger ale and water. My throat was a bit sore from having a tube stuck down it and my chest was burning. I didn't feel any lighter like I'd heard some people do when they've woken up. My chest was wrapped tightly in bandages with a cute velcro tube top over that. They said it was big on me X_x its not supposed to cover as much as it was covering.
James was awesome, taking care of me and getting the nurses when I needed things like juice or the bathroom. Srsly...IV's = omgmustpeeforever -_-
Altogether we stayed just over 10 hours, they kept me in recovery a long time to make sure I was stable enough to go home. I was still hurting and Morphine didn't seem to be doing much. The sent me home with a prescription for Toradol....wtf srsly? Major surgery and you send me home with a fucking anti-inflammatory? Lovely.
Stopped at a toy store because there was one nearby and I begged James to let me go look. I had to hold my chest and felt woozy as hell but during our quick little look around I didn't pass out. We then popped into Fat Burger where I swear everyone stopped to stare at me, I looked like death so I can't blame them. Grabbed a chocolate milkshake, some fries and went home.
I didn't think I'd be able to sleep because Im a tummy/side sleeper and now I had to be sitting propped up but it was good, slept through the night and most of the afternoon. A little less pain earlier today but I feel it when I move and especially when I stand up. I still don't feel lighter but maybe pain is blocking that. Both my Mum and James say I look smaller but I don't see that yet. I have however, noticed I can breathe better....which is pretty cool.
They are both running around after me so thank you ~
my first post-op appointment is this Tuesday, I'll get my bandages changed and get to see what they look like (I know they will look like Frankenboobies but I hope its not too awful), also will find out how much she took from each.
Still so glad I did this, I just wish I had done it years ago.