So the first of 4 surgeries is now done -fat transfer aka liposuction. But despite my bestist begging my surgeon wouldn't take more than she needed, or accidentally slip and take fat from my legs (inner, outer thigh or knees), she just went in at the hips.
It felt quite strange to be excited about going into theatre, the last couple of times have been slightly more unnerving. Out came the marker pen (again she wouldn't draw anywhere near my legs - dam it) and on went the beautiful gown, stockings and non slip socks...
Then came the good stuff aka the anaesthetic room...
And then I woke up, sadly I wasn't a size 8, and for the amount of pain and bruising present there wasn't a great deal to look at but as the days have gone on my chest is no longer inverted (well it is slightly but not as bad) and my scars seem smoother...
But oh my god the brusing!!
Almost that kind of pain that makes you laugh...
I think the worst part was my mouth and neck from intubation- ouch!!!
And not to mention the lack of sleep - hello sleeping tablets my good old friends!
Not all bad though, I did get a pedicure from my sister, there's nothing worse than unpainted toe nails..
And I've had some lovely flowers and a load of chocolate, which is not helping my wedding diet at all...
And I've basically sat on my arse for 9 days! Bliss
Bruising is very much there still and I can't quite sleep on my side but hey can't complain...
As for my actual "boobs" it's not obvious but they're less inverted and my scars seem less jaggered now, so I can start wearing some of the clothes I've put away for 2 years as my scars aren't as visable through clothes anymore.
And that's it ! Phase one completed! Next op is empty boobs!! Yippee and now all I have to concentrate on is work tomorrow ... and a trip of a life time to Washington- Philly- Atlantic City- New York -Boston -6 weeks and counting!!
