But I'm too scared...

You oughta know.... that breast reduction hurts... duh... but you'll be surprised at how many people underestimate that. With or without painkillers you are going to feel sharp pains all over including your nipple (eheheh - you just said "nipple"). These are the things that you may take for granted: brushing your teeth = soarness; curling your hair/putting it in a ponytail = nothing because you won't be able to do either one. 

My anxieties... DRIVING and SHOWERING! I drove too early after surgery (5 days after) and it hurt. But it also scared me off of driving for another week. I would wait at least 3 weeks before getting behind the wheel. Showering is intense, at least it was for me. You can't  let the shower run directly onto your incisions - no problem - because  you can get the tape wet. BUT you are still too soar and hurting so reaching around your body to wash and scrub is HARD! I'd get a loofah that's attached to a stick, like a back scrubber - I would also shave or wax armpits just before the surgery so you don't have to worry about figuring that whole thing out post op.... i imagine it's complicated.

Take it easy?

myBREAST are high maintenance!

URGH! So it's 15 days after surgery and I have torn my incision. It's not that big of a deal and almost expected to happen. BUT - it's an indication that I have not been taking it easy. It's not in my nature to take it easy.... I operate in the realm of "get it done" and "urgh I'll do it myself". So while I was walking around all this week excited that I was able to get around, go to work, type out my interviews and manage a new employee, I should have been "taking it easy". What does that even mean... If I were to do only the things that do not require my pectoral muscles or cause my new fabulous "D" breast to move... I would be limited to just sleeping and short walks around my room. I have a hard enough time just brushing my teeth and putting on lotion. Whatever it means I am doing it this weekend and will report back at how miserable it was to sit around and do NOTHING

Update:  It was FAB! - I was like a shut-in all weekend. I clocked at least 30 hours of television watching and caught up on a few movies.

The tape is coming OFF!

myBREAST need to breath! - and they are busting out of the surgical tape... a few days earlier than planned. It's actually kinda gross... my Dr. said I could I take the tape of myself since the incision is torn and needs to breath. BUT psychologically that tape is keep me together. It's like my security blanket. And seriously what child could tear away their own BINKIE or blanket?  So I am going to wait until Tuesday morning when Dr. Min and Virginia can drug me hold my hand while she peels back the tape. I'm actually excited to see what the scars look like. From what I can see it doesn't look like I'll  have horrible scars but it is really early so still no telling.  The incision was beautifully done and very inconspicuous.
UPDATE: Okay so I went in to my appointment and Dr. Min took off all the tape - ALL THE TAPE - and it's weird! The tape was keeping things in place - so with out the tape myBREASTS are moving around. I'm going to order a new sports bra today a SMALLER cup size YEAH! (and with Christmas right around the corner - hint, hint - new bras are def. on my list - ahem... mom... sis...). 

blogQUOTE: I'm 8 years younger, 3 inches taller and I've got boobs! - sophieMARCEAU
 Here's to going from DOUBLE J to D; physically & psychologically - till the next

The REVEALING AFTER picture...

myBREAST were keeping a HUGE secret from me and everyone we know................... ..........................................mySTOMACH!

Not to dwell on my body ... pause... but I had an hour glass shape. Be it a very LARGE hour glass I still had the appropriate Brick (da-da -da) HOUSE (da-da-da) proportions.  Since I've subtracted from my 36 24 36... pause ... without subtracting from all of the 36 24 36 I went from an hour glass to just a glass or commnonly known as PEAR SHAPED - urgh! I had no idea my stomach was THIS out of control. #whoknew? So as soon as I get cleared at my next pre-op appointment I'm at the gym. I've already taken a large amount of sugar out of my diet, so that should help some. Keep you posted!

blogQUOTE: The people who worked at the clubs just assumed I was a tagalong girlfriend or groupie. I'd get up on stage and the audience was just like, 'Show me your tits!' I had nothing to show anyway - gwenSTEFANI

Here's to going from DOUBLE J to D; physically & psychologically - till the next

A lesson from my father

myBREAST are stressed out!
So my dad has warned me numerous times that if a woman appears to have it all together, then everyone will think she is fine and will do fine with or without them. Shocking my dad was proven right again! Numero Uno got pissy because I had a back up plan (it made her feel like I didn't trust her - even though it was only an alarm not an entire backup care taker plan) what do I say about that? Don;t take it so personally!! Anyone who knows me knows that my back contingency plan has a back up for it's back up contingency plan. I've been like that my entire life. I unfortunately grew up in an unorganized family and watched things constantly fall apart due to lack of planning and lack of reliability. So "trusting" you or not has nothing to do with a back up alarm. This practice was only enforced by a career field that gives more praise to the back up plan than the original plan. You work on one project while confirming a back up AND continually upgrading... So I ask you... what type of person leaves you high and dry after you've had a major surgery....? The kind of person that (a) didn't really want to be there - she was hoping it was a vacation AND (b) figures you'll be fine on your own anyway. At least I hope that's what she was thinking. Because if she thought I was going to  fall on my face and she left anyway... that would make her a terrible person and Numero Uno is NOT a terrible person. Just too immature for this task.  And it sucks to have someone pick fights with you, tell you they feel sorry for you because "you're single" and flat out stress you out... it sucks even worse to be doubled over in pain while it's happening. God I know you are teaching me something - I have to trust and rely on other people... but the minute I take a step in that direction (and of course it's baby steps) I get my foot stepped on by someone who is too immature to handle the responsibility. So not only do I have swollen achy breast, a soar bumm from sitting on 48 hours straight but a headache from scrambling and figuring out how I can eat my next meal when the pots are too heavy for me to carry over to the stove. OR how I am going to pour something to drink when the water bottle is on the bottom shelf and even if I could reach down to pick it up I can't physically lift it to my mouth.

In PAIN & Troy isn't making it better...

So Im still not taking any pain meds and the sharp shooting pain has started. AND Troy is making me laugh... Which makes me hurt even more. DAMN HIM!!!!


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myBREAST made it through!!!

16 hours AFTER surgery--



-- and I of course feel like SHIT!!! But in a good way.lol. I've opted to not take any pain killers because they make me nauseas & incoherent. And as we all know by now not being in control is a difficult task for me... & should come as NO SURPRISE that I'd rather feel honest to God pain than be incoherent... PLUS I would take real pain over nausea any day.
What kind of pain: Sharp! Stinging pain. Do you remember skinning your knee on asphalt as a kid -- I know I'm not the only clumsy one out there -- and the air would hit it or you would bend your knee? well it feels like that only a bigger scrape in a more awkward location. For all my white people out there it's been described as a really bad sun burn lol.
Why am I up do you ask? Well número UNO is sleep and can't hear me calling her!! I'm STARVING!!! and THIRSTY!! But in her defense... It is 2am in the morning & she's had a LONG 24 hours. And she's had to clean up vomit, call my doctor, make an emergency run to the Pharmacy AND put up with a very stubborn patient. Ha! I'd be sleep too!

Oh and here's s peek @ the goods:



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