Bambu picked me up at the airport the night before the op. We went to his place had a beer on the patio and chatted, it was a great relief to have a friend in T.O.
In the morning I went to St. Johns. It is a very large, very old hospital; parking there sucks. You have to sign in two hours early, fill in some forms and whatnot. I was not really nervous, just uncomfortable feeling, a little bit depressed for some reason.
Then they move you into the waiting room, it’s a very boring place, there’s a TV. but not really something that you’d want to be watching. Sitting around in the night gown is kind of a weird feeling.
2 hours later, a nurse came and took my blood pressure, asked me a few questions.
Note ***Do not eat ANYTHING after midnight the night before. One guy that was waiting got his op cancelled because they found out he had eaten breakfast. They don’t want you to throw up and choke on your own vomit while under anesthesia.
I was then moved into a long hallway and sat in front of an office; that’s when Dr. Fielding made his appearance. He was in quite a chipper mood and asked me a bunch of questions about the weather in Vancouver. I sat up on the op table and he drew those circles on my moobs. I wasn’t that nervous at all really; his assistants were to young people around my age, they told me I was the fifth op of the day and let me know how easy the procedure was.
An anesthesiest entered and hooked up an I.V. (That involves a rather painless needle in the arm). They told me I was going to sleep and put the oxygen mask on; that’s when I started to feel a little scared.
The next thing I remembered was opening my eyes as I was being rolled into the post op room; my chest was burning like a mother fucker. I sat there for a few minutes looking around the room, my arms were cold. The nurse asked me if I wanted some morphine. “Hell yeah” I said.
The morphine killed 70% of the pain, and then I got a second dose and nodded off for another hour.
That’s about it, I never saw Dr.Fielding again that day. They gave me two Tylenol 3’s and 3 hours post op..sent me on my way.
I was quite sore, but the T3’s do a good job of keeping the pain at bay.
I took the foam off on day 2 at Bambu’s house because I wanted to look, and ….no breasts!
I feel much better, now I just worry about money, not having breasts. Life is good.
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