Boobs facing forward, let's aug!
I've decided to go right into the surgery writing and the post-op days that have followed since it is so fresh to me.
You'll find from my experience, that when I refer to the outstanding service of the doctor and the doctors staff, it is what, in a cumulative way, helped me decide to have Dr. Vanek perform the surgery. To simply blog about service seems cookie-cutter. I want you to know 'why' this was who I entrusted to enhance my body and what the physical experience, friends and family reaction and other interesting surprises that have occured as a result of having breast augmentation.
For starters--pre-op bra size is 34 NB. That's "Nearly B" in the world of Playtex bras and thier freindly half-sizing. Costs a bit more, but saves on stuffing a regular B cup with Kleenex.
Anticipated post cup size is a full C. Sounds nice huh. FULL C. Not nearly C. or C,-maybe-D. But a no-doubt-about-it-C.
Surgery -- August 23 - Thursday
The surgery is slated for 2pm. That means the starvation has long kicked in as the orders were "nothing after midnight". At my preop meeting I asked about this timeline since its used for 7am surgerys. My concern was passing out. I eat every few hours and going 14 hours at minimum, then surgery then recovery.. heck, that's a long time w/o food or water.
They then told me nothing after 5am.
That didn't matter... I was so energized and ready for this, that though I slept well, I couldn't eat anyway. I was on supercharge. Again, the liberation of finally doing this was incredible. I want to say "the heck with everyone else" all the naysayers and those who think they know what is best for me. I had been 'nesting' all week, in anticipation of knowing that the next few weeks of recovery would be limited for cleaning and housework. (milking it for all its worth :)
I was to arrive at 1pm for check in. No makeup, earrings, contacts, purse, hairbobbles. Just the plain ol' me. I wore a zip up no sleeve baggy shirt and pull-up shorts with flip flops. This is almost Margaritaville.
My friend picked me up for the 2 mile drive and dropped me off. My wrap posts will talk in detail about the lack of best friend and family support, but anyway, I checked in to the outpatient place and hiding behind my coke-bottle glasses, signed in for the surgery. After filling out a couple more papers, I was led to the back to the pre op area.
Once there, I did a urine specimen to ensure I'm not pregnant (heck no!) and weighed (how dare they!) Happy to say, my marathon-required fasting gave me a 2lb water weight loss (yay).
After that, I was assigned room #6, which wasn't a room at all, but a curtain-partitioned area, yet quite spacious and very sunny. Odd--the sun that is, as it is Cleveland.
I donned the fashionable "which way does it go" gown and wondered if anyone ever found them to be too small. Can you imagine. I was then given a beautiful stretchy OR cap and this coupled with my natural face, gave me that much needed confidence to enter America's Next Top Model.
All kidding aside-- the nurse came in and started an IV with two drips--an antibiotic and what I'm thinking was some type of hydration fluid. I think that was the worst of the day, getting an IV put in. Surprisingly, I saw an old high school classmate, who is now a doc/surgeon there as well and I was hoping for the "you look the same" but really he was probably going "man, she looks horrible w/o makeup". Nice to reconnect after 20 years in school in pre-op. That'll be a story at the reunion.
I had a birdseye view of the OR people board and saw my name listed. But the ones ahead of me weren't marked off yet. 2p was rapidly approaching .. I wasn't nervous but READY. Let's do this I thought. Enough waiting already.
Dr. Vanek made an appearance at 1:50 and made Sharpie marks on my chest for the incisions. I wanted to look, but was already getting punchy from that liberation setting in and feeling quite mellow. Then, the doc checked in w/the nurses and was told the OR was delayed.
DELAYED?? what??
Yes, about 45 minutes. Now I was getting hungry.
I requested some magazines. And then after persuing the first outdated edition of Ladies Home Journal, saw yet another person I knew kinda well who was the maintenance dude. He went to my gym. I said Hi. He sat down and bullshitted with me. Crazy thing is that HE also thought I should stay the way I was. I told him I was not here to have his opinion and I actually got quite pissy about it. I said I'd welcome his encouragement at this point as I was only minutes away from doing this and who the hell was he, while on the clock no less, to offer up what he thinks is best for MY boobs.
Hmm.
I shushed him out after a short while. Must rid the negativity outta the room. This was my excitment and I wasn't about to have some ass ruin it as the last thing I hear before being anesthesized. Finally, it was 2:35 and the anesthesiologist came in to explain what she would be doing and how I'd feel, if I had any questions. I didn't have any questions. I think I was well prepared.
At 2:42 I was visited by a nurse who said it was time.
We walked down the hall and I was lead to the OR. As we walked thru the double doors, I noticed it was just like on TV-shiny, sterile, bright. And remarkably cold--or it could have just been my flowly hospital gown. I hopped on the OR table, laid on my back and saw Dr. Vanek. I told him I was here for my close up and he said he was ready.
The anesthesiologist said she'd be inserting the tube, I looked to my right and saw the digital clock--2:47pm, I turned my head to the left and
I would say, I was under and out.
You'll find from my experience, that when I refer to the outstanding service of the doctor and the doctors staff, it is what, in a cumulative way, helped me decide to have Dr. Vanek perform the surgery. To simply blog about service seems cookie-cutter. I want you to know 'why' this was who I entrusted to enhance my body and what the physical experience, friends and family reaction and other interesting surprises that have occured as a result of having breast augmentation.
For starters--pre-op bra size is 34 NB. That's "Nearly B" in the world of Playtex bras and thier freindly half-sizing. Costs a bit more, but saves on stuffing a regular B cup with Kleenex.
Anticipated post cup size is a full C. Sounds nice huh. FULL C. Not nearly C. or C,-maybe-D. But a no-doubt-about-it-C.
Surgery -- August 23 - Thursday
The surgery is slated for 2pm. That means the starvation has long kicked in as the orders were "nothing after midnight". At my preop meeting I asked about this timeline since its used for 7am surgerys. My concern was passing out. I eat every few hours and going 14 hours at minimum, then surgery then recovery.. heck, that's a long time w/o food or water.
They then told me nothing after 5am.
That didn't matter... I was so energized and ready for this, that though I slept well, I couldn't eat anyway. I was on supercharge. Again, the liberation of finally doing this was incredible. I want to say "the heck with everyone else" all the naysayers and those who think they know what is best for me. I had been 'nesting' all week, in anticipation of knowing that the next few weeks of recovery would be limited for cleaning and housework. (milking it for all its worth :)
I was to arrive at 1pm for check in. No makeup, earrings, contacts, purse, hairbobbles. Just the plain ol' me. I wore a zip up no sleeve baggy shirt and pull-up shorts with flip flops. This is almost Margaritaville.
My friend picked me up for the 2 mile drive and dropped me off. My wrap posts will talk in detail about the lack of best friend and family support, but anyway, I checked in to the outpatient place and hiding behind my coke-bottle glasses, signed in for the surgery. After filling out a couple more papers, I was led to the back to the pre op area.
Once there, I did a urine specimen to ensure I'm not pregnant (heck no!) and weighed (how dare they!) Happy to say, my marathon-required fasting gave me a 2lb water weight loss (yay).
After that, I was assigned room #6, which wasn't a room at all, but a curtain-partitioned area, yet quite spacious and very sunny. Odd--the sun that is, as it is Cleveland.
I donned the fashionable "which way does it go" gown and wondered if anyone ever found them to be too small. Can you imagine. I was then given a beautiful stretchy OR cap and this coupled with my natural face, gave me that much needed confidence to enter America's Next Top Model.
All kidding aside-- the nurse came in and started an IV with two drips--an antibiotic and what I'm thinking was some type of hydration fluid. I think that was the worst of the day, getting an IV put in. Surprisingly, I saw an old high school classmate, who is now a doc/surgeon there as well and I was hoping for the "you look the same" but really he was probably going "man, she looks horrible w/o makeup". Nice to reconnect after 20 years in school in pre-op. That'll be a story at the reunion.
I had a birdseye view of the OR people board and saw my name listed. But the ones ahead of me weren't marked off yet. 2p was rapidly approaching .. I wasn't nervous but READY. Let's do this I thought. Enough waiting already.
Dr. Vanek made an appearance at 1:50 and made Sharpie marks on my chest for the incisions. I wanted to look, but was already getting punchy from that liberation setting in and feeling quite mellow. Then, the doc checked in w/the nurses and was told the OR was delayed.
DELAYED?? what??
Yes, about 45 minutes. Now I was getting hungry.
I requested some magazines. And then after persuing the first outdated edition of Ladies Home Journal, saw yet another person I knew kinda well who was the maintenance dude. He went to my gym. I said Hi. He sat down and bullshitted with me. Crazy thing is that HE also thought I should stay the way I was. I told him I was not here to have his opinion and I actually got quite pissy about it. I said I'd welcome his encouragement at this point as I was only minutes away from doing this and who the hell was he, while on the clock no less, to offer up what he thinks is best for MY boobs.
Hmm.
I shushed him out after a short while. Must rid the negativity outta the room. This was my excitment and I wasn't about to have some ass ruin it as the last thing I hear before being anesthesized. Finally, it was 2:35 and the anesthesiologist came in to explain what she would be doing and how I'd feel, if I had any questions. I didn't have any questions. I think I was well prepared.
At 2:42 I was visited by a nurse who said it was time.
We walked down the hall and I was lead to the OR. As we walked thru the double doors, I noticed it was just like on TV-shiny, sterile, bright. And remarkably cold--or it could have just been my flowly hospital gown. I hopped on the OR table, laid on my back and saw Dr. Vanek. I told him I was here for my close up and he said he was ready.
The anesthesiologist said she'd be inserting the tube, I looked to my right and saw the digital clock--2:47pm, I turned my head to the left and
I would say, I was under and out.
