Hi.
I don't really have anything in particular that I want to say. Here's some background.
I am 18 years old. I can't remember how I found this website, but probably searching google.com for something like "how to stop puffy nipples". Anyway, for a while I didn't even consider surgery an option. However I ran into a lot of money (a relative died) and so it became an option. I guess reading this site made me realise that it wasn't going to go away. At the same time, I knew that I wasn't going to gain mental control over the situation either. I'm an 18 year old guy - having VERY pointy nipples is not what you want.
So anyway, unbeknownst to ANYONE (not any friends, not anyone in my family), I called Mr. Levick and arranged a consultation. That was really quite nerve wracking. I remember walking out of school one lunch time and dialing the number. I'm glad I didn't hang up.
Anyway, I got to my consultation by lying to my family and teachers about needing to go visit a university. What can I say, I was desperate. I was shítting myself about the consultation but it wasn't that bad. I booked in for surgery there and then. Mr. Levick urged me to talk to my parents about it. I told him I'd try, fully in the knowledge that I probably wasn't going to have the balls.
April 6th. My alarm went off at about 7am and I left my house to take a train to Birmingham, telling everyone I knew that I was going to a concert and then staying there for a couple of nights. More lies.. but f*ck it, seriously. Looking back, I genuinely can't believe that I had the balls to do this. I'm not trying to make myself sound like a martyr or something, but it was a pretty big deal. I was pretty damn nervous when I got to the hospital, but excited.
I had to wait for ages. Sitting in my room, no one I know having any idea where I was. Now that I think back to it, I'm more nervous/emotional about it now than I was then. But yeah, I got it done. I wasn't in too much pain straight after the op, and eventually left the hospital to check in at a CRAPPY bed and breakfast down the road. This was by far the lowest point of the whole experience. I was really close to texting my mother and letting her know at this point.. but I just about held out. God knows how I got any sleep that night.
Back home, the recovery wasn't too bad. Bandages itched a bit, but that was it really. Since then, time has flown by. Hearing that "Desperate Housewives" is on TV right now brings back memories of sitting there watching it after my op.. it will always have a bizarre significance for me in that respect.
Anyway, my results - the crunch. I would like to stress one thing: I do not have a totally perfect chest (as of yet). But really - who does? If you look around, most guys have slightly sticky out nipples or whatever. The Brad Pitt - billboard image we seem forced to aspire to is not really a realistic one. I know this makes it sound like I should have never had the op at all, but the op is what has put me in a position to be content with being "pretty good", if not "perfect". Before, I couldn't wear t-shirts without my nipples poking through etc. Now I have no issues like that, and the next time it would be appropriate for me to take my shirt off, I will not be worried.
This is of course not forgetting the fact that at just 8 weeks post op, I don't even think I'm totally finished healing yet. In fact, another guy who went with my surgeon said that his nipples were only totally flush to his chest (as opposed to being a little "loose" / "saggy") after 3 months. This is my only little gripe atm, although it's no biggy.. but as I've said, I'm not even 2 calender months post op yet.
"It can take months and months to see the final results", Mr. Levick told me.
I'm pretty damn happy after under two, so I think it's going well. Thanks for reading, please comment if you have anything to say / ask.