I'm on the other side!
We just got back to the hotel, and I'm happy to say I feel great and everything went well. I came out of the anesthesia about two hours ago, and I feel totally normal, mentally. In fact they said that I "woke up" better than anybody had in a long time. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I'll start with last night.
The night before -- now that's a surreal time. All of the thinking and preparation, not to mention years of living with gynecomastia, and I was one good night's sleep away from putting it in the past. Ha! That good night's sleep just didn't really materialize. I fell asleep around 1 am, but I kept having weird sensations. At one point, I was freaked out because I had woken up and had a drink from the water fountain, and I wasn't supposed to drink anything after midnight. Then I finally realized I was in a hotel room and, well, there's no water fountain in here. False alarm. Later, when I finally slept deeply enough for REM sleep, I had a bizarre dream that my wife and I were going to Dr. Bermant's office. Only we were on foot, and his office was in New York City, and we were at the top of an asphalt mountain looking down on Manhattan, and for some reason we had to be sure to get a shopping cart down the mountain with us. I finally realized the absurdity of what was going on and woke up. So I guess you could say my surgery was on my mind as I was trying to get some sleep!
Our wake-up call came late, but it didn't matter because I knew what time it was anyway. We got up and out quickly, and because we were about 30 minutes early when we made it to the office, we decided to wash our car. We made it back to the office about ten minutes early and went inside. I was definitely experiencing my share of nervous excitement at this point, but I also felt pretty calm and confident. I guess it was a mix of emotions, but I was definitely very composed. From the moment I had first stepped into his office yesterday, I felt very sure that I was in capable hands. I had to wait about 10 minutes or so, so I borrowed my wife's iPod and played My Morning Jacket's "Golden" to help me stay relaxed. (If you guys don't know this band, check them out.)
Finally I met Jim, whom I believe is a nurse anesthetist. We had a detailed discussion about the drugs he'd be using. This guy has 30 years of experience and made me feel very confident about the anesthesia. He then brought my wife into the room to explain to her what was going to be used, and also to talk about her role in the hours after surgery.
Next I went back into the waiting area, but I wasn't there long enough to get nervous -- only two or three minutes, and another nurse, Charles, came and got me. We went into the staging room and I undressed (except for my socks!) and put on a gown, opening in the back. Charles made a comment that I'd be walking to and from the operating table, and it was time to take care of the "to" part.
I went in and lay down on the operating bed, and I was very comfortable. I did not feel nervous. I just kept my eyes closed and I relaxed. Jim gave me a shot with some sort of a numbing drug in my arm, and then he inserted what I think is called a butterfly IV. There was practically no pain in any of this. They administered my antibiotics through my IV, and then Dr. Bermant started talking to me about my dream vacation. I knew I'd be out soon, but I started talking about Positano, Italy -- a place I will absolutely visit someday. He asked me to describe the colors of the sky, and colors of the sand. He asked who I was with, what we would eat, etc. The last question I remember was: "How does the sand feel?" I said, "It's soft. And warm."
And then I was sitting up and the operation was over. I had been completely out of it. Charles later said that I had asked the same question a couple of times, but soon I felt very sharp, mentally. I believe it was Dr. Bermant who lifted my hands up to feel my "new" chest, and I'm glad I sort of remember this. I guess many people don't come out of the drugs enough and they don't remember this step, but I want to remember it. I felt a flat chest. They helped me put my vest on. Charles and Jim started talking about how quickly I had woken up. I had to go the the bathroom badly, so they walked me to the restroom. Next I went back to the recovery room and lay down again, and my wife came back to see me and I got dressed. I asked about the gland removal, and Charles asked if I wanted to see the gland. I said yes, and brought them in. They were about the size of small peanuts in their shells. Good riddance, bastards. Don't let the door hit you on the way out.
Charles brought in a wheelchair -- company policy -- and he wheeled me out to the car. And that was it! My follow-up is Monday at 9:30 am.
I was in a bit of pain, but nothing too bad. We drove the 20 minutes to our hotel, and made a detour to a Panero to get some soup and bread. We came up to the room, I took some extra-strength Tylenol, and I had my light lunch.
It's about an hour later now, and I feel pretty good, really. I certainly feel a little pain on my chest, but it's very bearable. If the pain stays at this level, I won't take anything other than Tylenol. I'm chilling in bed right now, and I may try to take a little nap in a bit, but I definitely won't stay in this hotel room all day. We're going to go across the street to the mall, I think, and we'll do dinner and a movie if I feel like it. I actually feel sort of energetic right now.
Some random thoughts:
- I look very different. I thought I would be able to go back to work without anybody asking me what's different about myself, but I don't think that's the case now. I'm a skinny dude, and now I actually look skinny. It's so freaking weird and awesome. A bit ago I just stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself, just trying to get my head wrapped around this change. If my employees knew about my gyne, nobody ever said anything. So I don't know if they'll notice something is specifically different with my chest, or if they'll think something is just different in general. I don't really care, though.
-I haven't seen the results yet, and I won't until my follow-up on Monday at the earliest, but for now I'm very happy with my decision to have Dr. Bermant do this procedure. It was all so professional, and there was never any question in my mind that I was in the hands of both an expert surgeon and an expert staff.
-I used to slump when I stand, but right now, with this vest and the feeling in my chest, I have to stand up straight. And I want to, so that's sort of cool.
-I can't wait to go to the mall, just to look at clothes. I haven't wanted to look at clothes since I was in high school. I very much want to do this now. I won't buy anything now, but it'll be cool to look.
Okay, that' s all I can think of now. I will be sure to post regularly as I go through post-op, and I'll also post photos regularly as soon as I'm able. If anybody has any questions, please don't hesitate to ask me.
It's a brand-new day, guys.