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My Breast Augmentation: Day Before and Day of Surgery

24 Oct

**Disclaimer: I wrote this 2 days post-op and still medicated with narcotics. If anything I say makes no sense… there will be a retraction printed in the future. I just am so excited to write this!!!!

Getting Implants– Entry 1.

October 17: The Day Before

What does one do the day before surgery? I realized I would be out of commission for a good week. In a normal week, there is work and cleaning, and grocery shopping. Preparing for being out for a week, I needed to do extra cleaning, work, and grocery shopping. I had to make sure all my laundry was cleaned and put away. There was food in the refrigerator. My boyfriend tried to convince me I had to make up for a week’s worth of sex (oh boys!). All my meds had to be picked up. I had to pack for my friend’s house… the normal stuff. I also had to get my gel nail polish taken off, my hair extensions fixed, and my eyelash extensions filled (normal? I’m not sure…?).

I got home from work at 11:30, just as Aaron was getting home. I got in the shower, washed my hair, and had my last drink of water (no food or water after midnight). I hadn’t been scared or nervous all day. But I usually do have difficulty sleeping when I’m nervous. Aaron gave me a night-night cocktail (aka Nyquil and ibuprofen) and slept like a baby (not medically prescribed mind you—do not try this at home).

October 18: 5am

Ungodly hour. Normally the only time I make the exception to be awake this early is if:

  1. I’m still up partying from the night before (which hasn’t happened since my UMass Amherst days—I SWEAR……….)
  2. I’m leaving on a plane for Mexico with the Donohue’s (from Donohue’s Bar and Grill in Watertown which is the most fun bar EVER).
  3. I’M GOING TO GET MY BOOBS DONE!!!!

I threw up a zip up sweatshirt (I didn’t want to put on anything that would have to go over the head) and some sweat pants. Don’t forget, it’s difficult to put your arms up over your head post op. Then that age old question hit me. Do I wear underwear? I decided there was probably super special sexy hospital underwear to put on. So I skipped. (They did give me some super sexy briefs at the hospital as I expected.)

Don’t I look hot at 5am?

5:15 AM

I of course forgot to pick up my post op meds (which you should ALWAYS do before surgery). My awesome boyfriend took me to the 24 hour CVS to pick up my vicodin, oxycodone, and antibiotics.

6:00 AM

Caitlyn McGrath arrives in a Ford 950 (whichever the really, really big one is). Cait normally drives a Volkswagen. I’m all like, Cait, why do you have this ginormous vehicle? And she’s all like… Well I didn’t have gas in my car, so I took my boyfriends. So I’d like to give a shout out to Pat from the Sitchiute Fire Department for lending the getaway car. We did have to make a 3 point turn at one point. It was not pretty. (Female Quincy drivers = THE worst).

Are you PSYCHED?!?!” she asked me. I was like, Cait, it’s 5 o’clock in the morning. Please. Stop yelling. (I don’t even think she really was yelling).

Cait is one of the lead medical aestheticians at the office and is in Nursing School, so she got super top secret clearance to be in on my case. Like FBI style. I’m so glad she was there. She knew every doctor/nurse/surgical assistant that walked into my room. And confirmed with me that they were all THE best.

6:15 AM

My nurse Maureen comes in, does my vitals, asks all my medical history questions, and inserts my IV (perfectly on the first try might I add). I signed a bunch of papers and started to get a little nervous, but like that first day of school nervous. That excited, this is going to be awesome kind of nervous.

7:00 AM

The doctor arrived and marked my breasts for the incisions. Then the nice nurse anesthetist came in and gave me something to relax through my IV. I remember being wheeled into the OR room. 5. 4. 3. And see ya later. I was out for the next few hours.

Apparently I woke up at spoke to Caitlyn a little bit, but I definitely don’t remember that.


All bandaged up.


The bandages stay on for about 7 days. You can’t get them wet (i.e. no showering. Iiiiiiick).

2:30 PM

My friend Jen P. came and picked me up and drove me to my other friend Julie’s (when I say this surgery was a TEAM effort, I am not kidding!). Julie is an awesome recovery room nurse and she and I decided it would be best if I stayed with her for the first two days post op. I am SO glad I did.

Even with the meds I was on I was still in a good amount of pain. Julie had to bear hug assist me up off the couch (I couldn’t push up with my arms because it was too painful). She also helped me keep a medication schedule and made sure I got my meds every 3 hours. And last, and most embarrassingly, she helped me pull my pants up when I had to use the bathroom.

5:00 PM

My boyfriend came and brought me beautiful flowers and told me how much he loved me. Awwwwww. He also brought me his fleece because it smells like him and I’m a dork and it helped me sleep.


6:00 PM

The party reallllllyyyyy begins. Kathy Nash (owner of KN MedSpa in Natick) arrives. I am really lucky to have such great friends to take care of me, medicate me, dress me, and help me keep my mind off of the surgery. It is not uncommon to have feelings of being overwhelmed or depressed after surgery. My crew kept a close eye on me to make sure I was mentally and physically stable. Errrrr… baseline…. for me.

  • A Funny Nurse’s Note From the Girls –


Baci, D.O.G. wearing my A sized bra. Awwwww. He looks like such a tuff guy… in a bra.


What! We couldn’t let Baci D.O.G. have all the fun.

A little comparison was in order from old bras to new bras.

October 19

Feeling like a million bucks. Staid on my medication schedule. It’s important to do this for the first day or two post op because you don’t want to get behind with pain. It’s hard to catch up. But I was up walking around once an hour. Feeling pretty good. I know pain worries a lot of people, but at most I felt uncomfortable right before I needed my meds.

Julie took me to Corbu Salon in Cambridge so my friend Devon could wash my hair (felt soooo good!) while Julie got hers highlighted. Thank god for all my friends in the hair industry as well! I mean, I might not have been able to shower for a week, but at least my hair could look good!

My post-op follow up is 10/24. So expect another post about post-operative care shortly!

As of today, I am SO happy. I’ve waited years to do this, and it has been the ONLY thing that has ever bothered me about my body. It’s hard to feel comfortable in your own skin, but whatever helps you do it, then do it. Just don’t go overboard!

xoxo LK

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Why I Chose to Have a Tummy Tuck

10 Jun

The following was written by a patient who had undergone abdominoplasty. She is 40 years old, and had extreme weight loss resulting in extra skin. I think it’s also an important point to mention that she is recently divorced (which is stressful for anyone), and has been thinking about dating again (which is stressful for EVERYONE!). I am very thankful for her to share her story. There are tons of women who want to know more about this procedure.

Abdominoplasty

AKA “Tummy Tuck” is a surgical procedure used to make the abdomen more firm by removing excess skin and fat from the middle and lower abdomen in order to tighten the muscle and fascia of the abdominal wall. The wall is then stitched together making the abdomen more “tight” in appearance. This procedure is great for women who have had kids (they say you never can get your body back after children—”they” clearly haven’t heard of a good surgeon!) and for individuals who have lots of sagging, excess skin after major weight loss.


This procedure is sometimes also done in conjunction with liposuction of the abdomen. But not always. J

Why I chose to have a tummy tuck

I first considered getting a tummy tuck 2 years ago when I was going through a tough time in my life, thinking it might boost my spirits.  My weight had gone up and down for about 20 years and I had maintained a pretty substantial amount of weight for the latter part of those years.  I had just started to lose some weight due to stress and had talked casually to a surgeon about having it done.  He recommended I have a consult and that was as far as I got with it at the time.   

I thought I had made up my mind when I overheard a friend tell another friend that I was planning surgery for all the wrong reasons.  Something in me snapped and I decided against surgery.  I contacted a personal trainer and started on a plan to lose weight and get in shape.  It was not easy.  I had never been one to exercise and it took me a long time to start choosing the right foods.  The same patterns continued where I would lose some weight, but then put it back on.  I was getting frustrated and knew I had no one to blame but myself.  I continued to work out and eat better but I just couldn’t seem to move forward.

A few months ago I saw the same surgeon who told me I should have the tummy tuck.  He knew I had been working out and eating better and I didn’t look much different.  I took his advice this time and had a consult.  What I learned was that I had loose skin that was never going to get smaller with diet and exercise.  On the contrary, the more weight I lost the more loose skin I had.  It got to the point where I felt like it was both mentally and physically holding me back.  I decided to do the surgery.  The hardest part of my decision was telling my personal trainer.  I was afraid he would think I was taking the easy way out and I respect his opinion.  He was great!  He didn’t realize I was dealing with excess skin and he was very supportive.  He asked me a lot of thought provoking questions to verify that I was doing it for the right reasons and he gave me his blessing.  I thanked him and told him I would see him 6 weeks after surgery.

A week before surgery I had a pre-op where they took photos and went over my health history.  Other than the excess weight I was extremely healthy and a good candidate for surgery.  I was a little nervous, but mostly about the recovery.  I wasn’t nervous about the surgery, just about how I would feel afterward.

The morning of surgery I got up early and went to the hospital.  I was greeted by the wonderful nursing staff and then by my surgeon.  Lastly, I was introduced to my anesthesiologist, and that’s where it all becomes fuzzy.  The next thing I know I was waking up and the nurse said hello to me.  My response: Am I skinny now?  She laughed and told me I was.  I was in the recovery room for a short period of time and then two nurses wheeled me to my room.  My only discomfort at this point was bladder pressure (they adjusted my catheter and all was fine) and my back was sore.  Once I was able to adjust myself on the bed I had no discomfort. 

I opted to stay overnight in the hospital and I am glad that I did.  The nursing staff made sure I got meds on a regular schedule and I felt comfortable knowing I had round the clock care.  I had a few visitors who came and made sure I ate and that I was recovering well.  When the nurse came to give me pain meds I asked for Motrin instead.  I had zero pain, which was unexpected, so I didn’t feel the need to take narcotics.  I spent exactly 24 hours in my hospital bed and barely moved a muscle.  I wasn’t sure what to expect with movement so I decided to wait until the next day to move around.

The next morning the nursing staff asked me if I wanted to get out of bed and walk around.  I had them remove my catheter but told them I wanted to wait to get out of bed.  As soon as they left I got up on my own.  I don’t know why.  I think maybe I wanted to know I could do it on my own.  I walked to the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth.  I walked back to the bed for a half hour and then got back up to get dressed in anticipation of going home.  Imagine the surprise the nurses experienced when thy came to check on me and I was dressed and ready to go!  No discomfort!  My only thought was to stay hunched so I wouldn’t compromise my stitches.

My friend, coincidentally a nurse, came to pick me up around noon.  They wheeled me in a wheelchair to the car and I very carefully climbed in.  I was tired but otherwise felt good.  The ride home was uneventful.  I got home and slowly walked upstairs to my bedroom, knowing I would be staying there for a few days while I recovered.  The doctor had told me to get up and walk around a little bit, but only as needed.  I had 2 drains that would let him know if I did too much activity.  I had another nurse friend stay with me the first night home but after that I felt like I could manage on my own.

I was a pretty good patient, or so I thought.  I felt great so I ended up walking around more than I was supposed to.  I washed my hair every day and fed my cats.  When I went for my post op appointment 6 days after surgery I got bad news.  My drains were pulling in too much fluid which meant I couldn’t have them removed.  I was put on bed rest and told to come back in 2 days.  Lesson learned.  I stayed in bed for the full 2 days, only getting up to go to the bathroom.  It worked.  I had my drains removed 2 days later and went back to work 3 days after that.  The removal of the drains was a source of anxiety for me but I barely felt them being removed. 

For 6 weeks I kept my activity to a minimum and followed all my surgeon’s instructions.  I asked the surgeon why I had such a great experience and he said it was probably because I was in shape from working out so much.  My recovery was not exactly typical.  I was a bit tired from the anesthesia but otherwise I felt pretty good.  Physically, I looked a bit out of proportion as I had a lot of swelling but over time everything evened out.  I am now 3 1/2 months post surgery and I couldn’t be happier with my decision.  I am back to the gym and I am now focusing on other areas of my body that need attention.  It’s been a long road but a trip worth taking.


Before and After

Also, check out how hot those panties are!


Before


After

A Note from Me

Sometimes I wonder if people understand that not all plastic surgery is done by super vain and “plastic” looking people. There are many different types of people who undergo the knife each year for reconstructive purposes and to fix something that has affected their self image. Case studies are the best! You should always talk to people who have done the procedure before (unfortunately most people who are elated with results from plastic surgery aren’t usually telling the world their secrets) so here’s some advice from Joan Rivers, Do Whatever You Want, If It Makes You Happy. But First Take This Quiz..

On a serious note, surgery IS serious and if you’re  Thinking about a NoseJob/Breast Aug/Lipo/Tummy Tuck? … Butt Implants?. you should have the list of questions printed from the blog entry to ask your doctor.

I would also like to remind patients NOT to get out of bed without assistance post-procedures. If you are on narcotics (which you probably still have in your system post-op) you are more likely to fall. And then the nurses have to fill out paperwork and it’s REALLY time consuming. Also, if you ever stand up and you feel dizzy, do NOT look down. Those are my words of wisdom for today.

Thanks!

-LK


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