My story

So I have told some of you this story, or parts of it already but for those I haven't shared with yet here goes.  Most of you know my decision to get a breast lift and augmentation is something I have wanted for ten plus years.  This wasn't an overnight decision and it is something I finally decided to do for myself this year.  This was never about doing it for anyone else other than myself. I don't care about showing them to guys, although eventually when I find the right guy that will be great if he likes them, lol. I don't care about flashing my boobs in low cut shirts....I have just always hated my boobs and wanted to change them. Besides, guys being guys already look at boobs so I wasn't trying to get more boob stares, lol.

I researched doctors and ended up with a dr. who refuses to do the lift and augmentation at the same time. I initially thought "we'll that's a waste of money, why do two surgeries when I could get it both done at the same time?" But he sold me with photos of patients and the healing process is better. This dr. also doesn't put you all the way under, he uses twilight sleep. Again I thought "hell no who is crazy enough to be awake for these surgeries?"  Again he sold me on it. Less recovery time. Safer than going all the way under, and I heard stories from his staff who had it done. The office truly is a medical spa, it is lovely and relaxing and very much less scary than a hospital.  I have no doubt that I chose the best Dr. He never pressured me into my second surgery and thought I would be very happy with just the lift.  I was happy with the lift but I decided I still wanted to do the aug.

My lift went great, walked out from that surgery feeling like I could drive home and you may recall I came home and don't remember anything about the four days following the lift.  I did the online shopping in my drugged up stupor and drove to the gas station, hopefully I wore pants but again, I do not recall.

The augmentation was not such smooth sailing. In fact it was a bitch. I sat in the waiting room waiting for them to call me back and had no nerves at all.  I flipped through a magazine and smelled a sample of Jimmy Choo perfume that smelled amazing!  Soon they called me back and gave me my IV and a shot in my ass.  First difference from the lift, didnt get a shot in my ass with the lift.  but whatever, at least I didn't get the nervous runs like i did with the lift!  I had a first tingle of concern when I walked myself from the bathroom back into the surgery suite and hopped up on the table.  I looked at he nurse and said "you know last time I don't remember even coming back here" she said "don't worry you haven't got the good drugs yet."  Ok, still odd watching them move all the instruments around. I was starting to get a little groggy cause I remember laying back on the table and my flip flop fell off and I said "oh no, my flip flop just fell off!"  The nurse said "don't worry we will take the other one off too." Then she said my blingy pink flip flops were cute, ha ha.  So here come the good drugs.  Now with the lift I could feel some tugging and pulling.  But during this surgery I felt something that felt like the dr. just cut a chunk of skin off then started burning me with a match. Let me just say it is good my arms were strapped down because I started squirming and said "feel it, feel it!"  Then came the tears. They gave me some more drugs but then I was emotional and cried the rest of the surgery.  Yes I was a hot, emotional mess on the surgery table thinking about all kinds of stuff. The dr. asked me something and I couldn't answer cause I was trying to cry quietly. So he says "Shyla I need you to answer me" and the nurse says "are you ok honey?" and my response was a quiet "y,y,y,yes" through my tears." She said "I know you are lying because you are crying but we are almost done."  So finally it's over and I sit up and am immediately in pain, chest is on fire.  I told the nurses I needed to lay down ASAP so they wrapped me tight right away and I went to the recovery room.  The dr. comes in and asked me if I looked at my new boobs before they wrapped me and I said "no it hurts too much, just had to lay down."  Now going into the surgery the dr. wants a range for sizing so he can get in there and determine what he thinks looks most natural.  My range was 350-375ccs.  He proceeds to tell me "we did 350 ccs in one and 375 ccs in the other" which made me laugh and it hurt to laugh. I said "I thought we were talking a range, not one of each." But I knew he did it to make them even, one side had been bigger than the other to begin with.  So they are even, no worries. So I leave and driving home every bump my mome hits makes me say ouch. The rest of

Thursday night I was in the most pain I have ever been in. It really compared to childbirth.  Laying down was the best position but even that sucked. And forget getting out of bed. I tried rolling out of bed 3 times before I had to text Caylea "help" she came in and pulled my hand with one hand and pushed my shoulder up with the other hand.  I peed as fast as possible cause standing up sucked and Caylea hand fed me crackers, gave me my drugs and texted everyone how I was doing for me. One of her texts says "I hid the drugs cause she keeps taking more and all she says is ah and fu@@." I managed to get some sleep but Caylea was the best nurse ever.  So the next day I could barely manage to brush my teeth before going in for my one day post op appt. I didn't even attempt to brush my hair. I walked into the dr.s office holding my gigantic wrapped boobs looking like death and plop down in the waiting room. If anyone was there for a consult for a boob job I may have changed their mind. So as they were unwrapping me I told her I was really hurting and just standing up as she took off my bandage I was about to pass out on her. I expected blood to be everywhere once the bandage was off since it felt like my chest was ripped open but everything looked great. The dr. came in and took one look at me and was shocked. I was pale and obviously looked like I was auditioning for a part on The Walking Dead. He felt genuinely bad for me and I could tell by his and the nurses reaction my pain level wasn't normal. So since I could barely keep my eyes open they hooked me up to an IV for 2 hours and made my mom go get me food.  I wasn't allowed to leave until I ate and peed. At this point I had yet to even see what my boobs looked like nor did I care, I just wanted pain relief. They gave me some stronger pain meds, strong enough where insurance denied paying for it so my mom paid out of pocket but they were only 24 bucks.  I now understand why people get addicted to pain pills because they soon became my new best friend.  Like, no joke, best pills ever.  But I really have to say I adore my dr. and my nurses.  He apologized profusely for my pain which I don't think there was much he could do with how my body was reacting to the meds.  The nurses checked on me and gave me hugs.  I truly felt they cared about me and wanted to make sure I left with my pain in control.  At least I left feeling like I could play a part as one of the humans in The walking Dead instead of a zombie. My pain still sucks but compared to where it was I feel so much better. It hurt to breathe the first night.

The good news is I didn't randomly online shop.  I did, however, buy Caylea the Naked 2 makeup palette that she has been wanting forever for her being such an amazing nurse.  While I was at it I threw in a bottle of that Jimmy Choo perfume I had smelled in the waiting room! Telling ya, amazing scent. This is super long so I will continue what else I have to say in my next post.