I went in on Thursday morning for my surgery. I was there at 10am and then got told my surgery wouldn't be until after 1pm...that's a long time to think about it! I was sure tho cuz this was the last step I needed and after almost having to cancel cuz of babysitting concerns, I got to find out how much I wanted this done. My hubby sat in the prep room with me for those hours. He & I are very good now at finding ridiculous things to make fun of in doctors' offices and hospitals. We didn't quite expect one little extra that day though. As I was laying in the bed with him sitting beside me, we heard a familiar voice talking to one of the other patients waiting. It was the so called 'breast specialist' that gave me the ancient Chinese needle torture (or at least that's what we've come to call it) at the beginning of the year. She was explaining to someone what she was gonna do to them and all I wanted to do was yell out "come take a look at where she got me!!" but alas, my very wonderful attorney told me to keep my big mouth shut (did I mention she knows me very well, lol) so, I kept my big mouth shut...
It was finally my turn and they wheeled me back as I said goodbye to hubs. Down the hall, take a left, take a right, and into the operati.........DONE.......the next thing I remember vaguely is being in a wheelchair, already dressed, being rolled out to the car....GONE AGAIN....next memory, I saw my Mom-in-law sitting on the couch at home as hubby was directing me to the bedroom....uh-oh, OUT AGAIN...next memory, hugging both our big kiddos (air hug) over the side of my bed.....BYE BYE....I woke up about 2am with hubs by my side watching tv in bed. I was somewhat coherent at this point. He told me the doctor was thrilled with his results and how he had the nurses in the OR keep lifting me up & down to see where he needed to work on me next. He also said that he'd put the implants under the muscle. We hadn't discussed doing that, and actually had discussed doing going the easiest route possible...Doc said when he got in there & reconstructed the left mangled one and lifted the right one, that he just knew I wouldn't be as happy with them if he'd of just shoved the implants under the skin. They would be more real, better positioned, and ultimately 'healed in' properly under the muscle. Since we told him to do whatever he thought best, that was fine with me. I was actually glad he went that route once he was in there cuz I knew he was right on them looking and feeling better that way but I'd of been sooooo much more nervous about recovery if I'd of known he was going to do it that way. I've had many gfs tell me the pain is worse under the muscle. So, here we were, reconstructed, lifted, and implanted...
It was finally my turn and they wheeled me back as I said goodbye to hubs. Down the hall, take a left, take a right, and into the operati.........DONE.......the next thing I remember vaguely is being in a wheelchair, already dressed, being rolled out to the car....GONE AGAIN....next memory, I saw my Mom-in-law sitting on the couch at home as hubby was directing me to the bedroom....uh-oh, OUT AGAIN...next memory, hugging both our big kiddos (air hug) over the side of my bed.....BYE BYE....I woke up about 2am with hubs by my side watching tv in bed. I was somewhat coherent at this point. He told me the doctor was thrilled with his results and how he had the nurses in the OR keep lifting me up & down to see where he needed to work on me next. He also said that he'd put the implants under the muscle. We hadn't discussed doing that, and actually had discussed doing going the easiest route possible...Doc said when he got in there & reconstructed the left mangled one and lifted the right one, that he just knew I wouldn't be as happy with them if he'd of just shoved the implants under the skin. They would be more real, better positioned, and ultimately 'healed in' properly under the muscle. Since we told him to do whatever he thought best, that was fine with me. I was actually glad he went that route once he was in there cuz I knew he was right on them looking and feeling better that way but I'd of been sooooo much more nervous about recovery if I'd of known he was going to do it that way. I've had many gfs tell me the pain is worse under the muscle. So, here we were, reconstructed, lifted, and implanted...
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