Unleash the girls!
I arranged for public transit to take me to the post op appointment. For a mere $4 each way, they come to your home and drive you to basically, anywhere you need to go in your county. My ride arrived at my home promptly and I gingerly climbed aboard the shuttle with a couple of senior citizens already on board. I didn't notice how limited my range of motion was until I tried to hold myself on the step railing and then brace my body from the effects of the somewhat bumpy ride. There is something to be said about riding in a car vs. a shuttle bus--namely, shock absorbers. Thank goodness it was only a couple of miles to the docs. I was comfortably dressed in shorts, flip flops and an ugly plaid big and boxy button up shirt--the easiest thing to put on for the day.
With a pep in my step, I walked through entryway of the automatic doors and quickly found that the door to the doctor's office was HEAVY. Uh, yes -- pushing and pulling was not going to happen. I turned to the side and used my ass to push the door open.
Dr. Vanek came right in and asked general "how are you feeling" questions. I told him (proudly) that I had only taken one percoset though hard to sleep propped up. He strongly suggested taking the percoset, but use the ambien too, because sleeping helps the repair and recovery. I am hesitant about any drugs, let alone those that I read about rock stars checking into rehab for. I told him I'd consider it. He assured me the 6 day sample wouldn't make me addicted as I told him I didn't fill the prescription.
Now, it was time to unwrap.
As that 4" ace bandage was being unwrapped, I started to feel a wealth of sensations. First was a shooting pain/feeling to all the nerves going from just under the armpits to the nipple. It was like the nerves had been bound up that they finally were able to work again. I could feel the heavyness of the implants and my shoulder blades and rhomboid muscles in my back were tense. The swelling in the top part of the pec muscles was noticeable, but WOW -- FULL C!
Dr. Vanek provided two sports bras and it was then I realized that getting dressed would be a challenge. Even with the zip front type, one doesn't realize that both arms need to move to get something on! With a little maneuvering I was able to get the bra on and then found my second new love, the ugly plaid boxy button up shirt. I was amazed at the cleavage and fullness my new boobs were showing. I remembered what my friend told me when we did the 'before' pictures the week prior "if I knew you looked like that I'd have suggested you get implants a long time ago!".
We finished up and again, Dr. Vanek suggested good sleep and taking it easy.
My return ride -- the transit -- arrived and again, boarded with other patients from the medical campus. They were all pleasant and quite old. Various stages of life and ails. I felt kinda guilty for being a "patient" of something so elective. These riders were clearly 'sick' but at the end of the day.. heck, you only live once. It was somewhat reinforcing of my decision. I'd hate to be older aged and wishing I had done this...
The ride home was longer as we had several others to take home. At one point, we had some road construction, complete with a gravel road. The 'girls' were feeling every bit of gravel, pebble and pothole. I didn't know if I should tense up or go with the flow of the bumpy bus. Either way, my whole upper body was aching and getting those shooting pains from my back to my boobs.
After 45 minutes to get to my home a few miles away, I was finally home (sweet home).
On tap the rest of the day -- pictures in the sports bra, relaxing and maybe sleeping.
Tomorrow--a little social call.