The Surgery

Continued from My Decision To Have Surgery

When I made the decision my dad then found the best surgeon for this procedure and I went in to see him. He took pictures of me from my waist up and explained the surgery to me. He told me how they cut under the breast, up through the middle and around the nipple. He also told my that it wasn’t all that painful and even gave me someone to talk to who’d had the surgery before.

I don’t remember the woman’s name but I know she’d told me it was really painful for her but it was completely worth it. She was helpful although I’d made up my mind a long time before.

I went in for surgery on a Thursday I think and actually missed a Spanish test. I remember them putting the iv in m hand and the surgeon drawing the markings on my breasts. I remember them asking me to start counting and being wheeled into the room but that’s when it all went fuzzy. The surgery lasted 4 hours.

Next thing I knew I woke up screaming louder than I’d ever screamed before and they had to give me a ton of Morphine to calm me down. I can still vividly remember that pain and it was unreal. I have since described it as my breasts being put in a blender and set on fire. Yeah, nice visual huh?

I believe I stayed in the hospital for 2 nights after that and I remember a lot of just staring at the ceiling and a few shots in my butt so I wouldn’t throw up. I know my friends visited me but I think I will still a bit out of it. I will always be thankful to my then boyfriend who also visited me on his own.

I was on bed rest for two weeks after that and missed the band trip to Virginia and a week of school. Having my stitches taking out was a lot more painful than I had expected and when he pulled the very long one out from my side I nearly blacked out. The guy doing it was an asshole and kept telling me to quiet down. I wanted to see how he’d feel if I pulled stitches out of his balls.

It took me many years to get comfortable with my new breasts and for a while I was really self-conscious. It was 13 years ago and my scars are almost completely unnoticeable. I was lucky; I had no problems with my surgery or healing. Whenever I get the chance to talk to someone who’s considering it I’m always very honest but I also always tell them it was the best decision I’ve ever made.

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