The day of surgery was both very relaxing and very stressful. My surgery was scheduled for 9.30am on July 15. I was to be there at 8am. I woke up early, having slept fitfully throughout the night, but wasn’t able to eat breakfast or drink any fluids before the procedure. It was a good thing it was so early because I am not the type of guy to enjoy missing a meal.
We showed up on time. I wore some classy blue gym shorts with a blue plaid button up shirt. I opted not to wear a binder shirt since I wouldn’t want to be hauling it around with me afterward. I just hunched forward a bit to hide the monsters for their last outing.
There was more paperwork at the surgery center, of course. I had to take a pee-test because if there is any possibility for pregnancy they have to verify. So I passed that one. Then I sat on the bed with an IV in my hand wearing nothing but a robe, my boxer briefs and socks for what felt like an eternity in the pre-op room.
I was very concerned about my tongue ring. It had to be removed for the surgery because tubes were going in my throat to keep everything working while I was under general anesthesia. The nurse was very nice about it and let me hang it from a little baggy on my IV rack, rather than tucked under my bed in my personal belongings bag. While waiting, I was so nervous that I sneakily put it back in my mouth until right before they took me in for my operation.
I spoke with the anesthesiologist who explained everything to me as well as Dr. Garramone who came in and drew all the necessary lines on my chest for surgery. He reiterated what he would be removing and where my nipples would be and what size. He asked how I was feeling and I told him that I was very ready for the events of the day.
Then another nurse for the anesthesiologist came in to give me a Margarita! By that I mean a cousin to the Valium family. Just before that, I made sure that I went to the bathroom and that my tongue ring was secure on his little hook. They injected it through my IV and I can honestly tell you I don’t remember much as soon as they started wheeling me to the OR. I don’t even remember getting in to the OR so that was some pretty powerful stuff.
Then I woke up. I was a bit confused so I just laid there quietly for a minute and took everything in. I had throbbing pain, the room looked different and I was under a few layers of very warm blankets. I figured that I was done with surgery very quickly. The nurse came over and was surprised, I think, that I was just calmly laying there. She told me I had done really well, hadn’t woken or had any problems during surgery with anesthesia and got me some ginger ale and crackers upon request.
Amilya came in shortly thereafter and helped me get clothed and sitting in a chair rather than on the bed. I was very very cold, as I remember, but we kept that heated blanket nearby. After consuming my crackers [non-salted saltines] and a couple cups of ginger ale [with a bendy straw!] I was able get up and out to the car. That car ride was scary because of my seat belt, but didn’t hurt too much. I’m all wrapped in gauze and I’ve got a couple of tubes hanging out, but otherwise, I’m doing well. I sleep a lot, but probably mostly due to the pain pills, antibiotic and benadryl I am occasionally taking to avoid scratching at all the itchy. I’ll have a full photo gallery up soon with some before and after photos, video, etc.
Post-Care.
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