My surgery today was a positive experience! Here's a general overview of my day. Despite getting no sleep last night, I'm still so overwhelmed by finally having surgery to get to sleep yet.
SURGERY PREPARATION:
I was instructed by the hospital to stop eating and drinking (even water) after about midnight last night. I was naughty and had a glass of water at about 1.30, because I was ridiculously thirsty, but only because Dr. Norris had said he usually gets people to stop 6 hours before surgery and there were still over 6 hours until I had to be at the hospital.
I was also instructed not to shave my chest or armpits to reduce the risk of infection (not a problem as I don't do that anyway), and not to wear deodorant or cologne before the surgery, all of which I adhered to.
SURGERY DAY:
Arriving
Got to the Bondi Junction Private Hospital rooms at about 8am (I was a little early, but I couldn't sleep), filled out the rest of my paperwork, got my payment receipts. I outlined the situation about having nobody to accompany me to my sister's place (see previous posts), and it was resolved that I could get a cab when the nurses thought I was okay to leave. I did have to sign another form releasing the hospital from any liability if anything went wrong in the cab home.
Final preparation
I was taken to my room and sat there reading for about an hour. I was on my own, but the time seemed to fly. A nurse came in, had me change into the hospital gown and told me I could get in bed and keep reading or watch TV. She came back in and weighed me, checked my blood pressure, asked standard questions like if I'd been sick recently, had allergies or past medical problems, etc.
Dr. Norris greeted me in my room a little later (perhaps 10:30 or 11? I can't remember the times after reaching my room as I had no clock!). He marked up my chest with the permanent marker. I oddly didn't feel any nerves today, only anticipation, but for this brief moment as I stood there holding my gown at my waist and he drew on me, I thought: "What the hell am I doing? It's like an episode of Nip/Tuck!". Dr. Norris outlined what he was doing once again: excisions under both areolae to remove the gland and lipo from small excisions under both armpits to shape any fat that was left there so it all appeared as consistent as possible with my body.
He said he'd need the assistant to shave my chest in the O.R. and asked if that was a problem, but obviously it was fine. He asked if I had any last questions (I didn't), said he'd see me soon and he'd send the anaesthetist in to talk to me. Anaesthetist came in about 20 minutes later, asked some more of the same questions (non-smoker, no past problems, etc) and told me about the prescriptions I'd be given after leaving: just painkillers and antibiotics to prevent any infections.
Operation
A short time later, another nurse came in and said we were ready to go, and we had a chat as we walked through to the operating room. I should note that ALL the staff seemed to go out of their way to try and make me feel comfortable, perhaps even more so because I was on my own - several commenting on how young I was to be there alone (though I'm nearly 21). Everyone was in the O.R. already, I got in the bed set out for me, and the anaesthetist chatted to me while putting the IV drip in my hand. I was given an oxygen mask and I had my blood pressure checked again.
I can't remember him starting the anaesthetic; he didn't get me to count down or anything. The last thing I remember was looking up at the roof and the blinding lights, thinking, "wow, I am actually on an operating table, and after years of dealing with this, after years of online forum lurking, after hours slaving away at work to save up for this, I'm about to get this taken off my chest". It was like an outer body experience. I don't know how to explain. So bizarre, like I was observing my situation like a shot from a movie.
Post-operation
Next thing I knew, I woke up in a different room with the oxygen on again. The surgery was done and the nurses were putting me in my compression garment. I was still really out of it, but I remember seeing the clock at either 12:30 or 1:30. No idea how long I was in there, but I don't think it was much longer than an hour.
Dr. Norris saw me briefly in my room and said that it all went very well, with no complications. I haven't had a chance to see anything yet because of all the dressings taped to my chest, and then the compression vest on top of that, which I've peaked under (at the dressings), but haven't removed. However, even WITH the thick dressings underneath, the vest still doesn't stick out as far as my boobs used to underneath my shirt! Weird feeling as I've had the boobs as long as I can remember. Dr. Norris said most of the aching I might feel is just the muscle the gland used to be attached to.
The rest of the day was spent napping, reading, watching TV. The nurse brought in some water and a toasted sandwich for lunch. First time I went to the loo, she stood outside in case I fell over in there, but it was fine. A few hours on, after watching every daytime cooking show on the planet, I was told that from their observations I was fine to be discharged when I was ready. I got changed into my jeans and t-shirt, which was A LOT easier than I expected it to be. I threw on exactly the same clothes I wore in, even though I'd brought a heap of baggy clothes and button up shirts that I could've worn if necessary.
Leaving the hospital
A little while later, the nurse booked a cab for me, walked me down to the street when he arrived and then saw me off. I was completely fine to use the stairs rather than the lift. I left at about 5pm. The journey was completely painless, even with speed bumps and potholes on Sydney's crappy roads, but I found myself forgetting I'd just had surgery.
Since then, I've just been vegging out at home, watching TV, etc. It's no problem at all for me to walk around. Pushing myself up after sitting down for hours can be uncomfortable using my arms, but by no means painful. I even walked to the Woolies just across the street with my sister to pick up a couple of things, because apart from the vest I feel pretty much normal, and I just can't stand being cooped up inside like an invalid. I definitely won't return to uni for a few days though; I don't want to risk public transport and people rushing along busy streets bumping me. I don't want to overdo it too soon, or get halfway there and realise it's a bad idea.
Pain?
I know it's still only VERY early days (my surgery was only 14 hours ago) but I've had virtually NO pain so far. Yeah, it's a little uncomfortable to lift my arms, bend over to pick things up, etc, but that's unavoidable. This very minor discomfort isn't by any means "painful". The nurse said that I should take one of the painkillers immediately after I got home so that I wouldn't be shocked by any pain after the local anaesthetic wore off, so I followed her instructions.
The most uncomfortable thing is this vest! Because of the dressings underneath, it's incredibly tight and restricting, but Dr Norris said it will feel a lot better when I have the dressings removed and then get used to it.
LOOKING AHEAD
I need to call Silkwood tomorrow to confirm my post-op appointment, as this wasn't organised after my pre-op.
(EDIT: Had a call from Dr. Norris's consultant today to ask how I'm feeling one day post op. Turns out I DID agree to a time for my post-op appointment after my pre-op, I just must've been too overwhelmed to remember. I'm booked for this Thursday morning, so I should be able to get the dressing off and have my first look then.)
Obviously, I'm yet to see a thing and it's too early to tell anyway, so I can't really comment on the change. I have my fingers crossed. I'd like just this ONE thing in my life to be resolved smoothly. I'm hopeful, but I'll have to see how the next few months pan out.
As I said previously, I'll try to post some "after" photos over the coming weeks and months to show my progress. I intend to be as objective and honest as possible about my thoughts on results with Dr. Norris. Any questions, just ask. Cheers!