all done!! op day run down!!

Well, before I start this literary masterpiece, I'll warn you to settle in. It will be a long one. An auto-correct jumbled disaster, if you will, I just can't seem to make friends with it, no matter how carefully I type, how much I will it to "work for me"-it is insistent on ruining my life at every possible opportunity-it is still unable to accept that I am MORE than capable of tripping myself up without the help of its complete randomness of words a phrases...why would it even assume that I would even say half of the things it "suggests" (or "sneakily puts without me agreeing", as I like to call it!) One time, now this is real life, I text my "landlady" to ask her some boring question about the new contract (sometimes I have to succumb to real life grown up things, but mostly find comfort in my Peter Pan like cucoon of fun and silliness) now her name is DONNA, she has the wildest bush (very bad afro frizz situation) of fully Orange type ginger rair, I ended my text with a casual but friendly "thanks Donna" .....except my HTC phone decided that I didn't mean to write donna...instead it decided that I wanted to write "thanks SIMBA" as in Orange lion cub, ginger!! (How that is a common thing for people to text I don't know!)  And instead of immediately texting and apologising and explaining, like a normal human being, i just sat opened mouthed as it cheerfully flashed "SENT"   (In a nutshell that right there is all I would need to tell you to describe me) I feel cuppa tea at the ready would be appropriate!! I love to write, an waffle on, my man has gone home, the nurses are busy, and the other patients don't seem particularly keen on conversing with the "crazy-bright-red-haired-laughs-in-her-sleep-lady-in-the-corner" (for future reference, that's me, by the way).....so you girls are in for a treat!! Lucky you!! (Also, as you may or may not have realised, I love using exclamation marks excessively, my absolute favourite form of grammar, although I am partial to the odd "bracket")

Ok I have severely digresed before I have even started, the tea will have been drunk by now, right down to the last soggy biscuit filled mouthful (if your partial to a biscuit that is...if not, I think you need to question that vile texture you've found at the bottom of your cup) . I have also made alarmingly clear that I am a geek, a total and utter, "grammatical loving" geek....great start, Princess, GREAT start. (I know what you're thinking, "this girl should be a writer, or sectioned. Definitely one of  the two") let's get back to the matter in hand, or on very sore chest to be exacting-boobs!!    


Soooo my admiration was 7am. A very nervous and excited me decided to bounce awake and out of bed at 4am...we are a 15 minute drive from the hospital. Everything was ready. There's was no need. None whatsoever. But in my giddiness I just could resist. So eventually we arrived, greeted by the absolutely LOVLIEST woman on earth, she was so cheerful and kind, and just lovely....I WANT her to be my mum (that sounded a little more demanding than intended, I may be crazy, but I'm the RIGHT side of crazy...not kidnapping type crazy. Just thought I'd make that clear. Right.) Applauding my pure "geniousness" of bringing my own pillow. So I will say that's a top tip ladies, bit of home comfort, and an instant extra pillow, and not least a very public pat on the back!

We waited an hour in the day room, chatting away whilst tired and solem looking other patients gave us "why are you two so happy first thing in a morning you set of freaks" looks. 

Was shown a bed early d 8 am. By 8.30 I had my lovely blue etchings on my chest.....very sexual...and was told I was second down, and to expect to be going down around 9.30/10am. In the meantime every doctor or nurse that saw me commented how smiley I was, and I couldnt stop myself from (rather pathetically) gushing about how lovely they all are and how grateful I was for their care.   

10'.30 I was walked down, and the within minutes of being in the theatre I had the whole place in stitches (before the y had me in mine...see what I did there...)   with hilarious tales of my previous GA experiences. I'm sticking with 'hilarious' and I will spare you the tales-for now! But they were thoroughly entertained, so much so, 3 of them have come to find me on ward since to hear the rest of my story and tell me how funny am. I told them I was already fully aware of this. obviously.   

I went to sleep very quickly, lovely feeling, would be the happiest girl ever if that was how I fell to sleep every night! 

Woke up two cheerful nurses at 12.30 very happy and clear headed. But I warn you I was the MAXIMUM amount of thirsty I have EVER been! My chest felt sore, and two little mounds now sat proudly under my gown. For the first time in my 25 years. It was a lovely moment for me.  I immediately asked to look. And found he had filled both implants to 170cc (they are the magic expandable implants, with a fill level of 300cc) the only pain I can describe it like is when your breast fill with milk after a baby, that very sore tight feeling. I asked to look straight away, and was so happy to see my, very high up, squarish, small mounds (despite the description I am absolutely thrilled with them, this is the start of a very Long journey!)

I was alert, happy, relaxed and felt so so normal when I got wheeled back. My Mr was waiting dutifully for me, and despite him previously saying he wasnt worried (he is the most laid back person to ever grace this earth, I mean scarily laid back, how he has run and maintained his own business for the last 14years is completely beyond me....)  there was a definite glint of relief in his eye that I, his princess, was back safe and sound. He has taken care of my to an extent I never expected him to. We have had a lovely lovely day, smiling and laughing, and just generally being madly in love (this is our 2nd year together) it has brought us even closer together as a couple...although I'm not sure how, if we were any closer we would be sharing vital organs! He is my best friend, and despite me being a worrier and he being laid back to an extent he spends most of his time on the floor (he doesn't, it was just a crappy writers description) we are so similar, at the same time as being different (that makes no sense but in still presenting and maintaining it as a fact!)

I managed to eat and drink lots. I don't mess about when it comes to food. I love it, and I'm not ashamed admit it. I've had my catch up coffees, I've been to the loo on my own, I've (with help) got into my own pjs, I'm relaxed and propped up, so happy, content, and proud. The surgeon has done an amazing job. The staff are AMAZING!! Bar one rather miserable looking tea lady, I have no time for miserableness when I'm in such a state of pure bliss (it makes me extra polite when people are miserable, to try and coherce them out of their sorry state so far it's working!) 

I have been laughing, not a little chuckle-no! full on giggling LOUDLY in my sleep and talking about how in love I am and how wonderful my man is...that's right I'm even a soppy bugger in my sleep. The shame. Apparently the nurses gathered round to watch this girl giggle away in her sleep, nudging each other and winking at my Mr, they were coooing over me...a 25 year old woman, as strange as that sounds!!

Anyway. Feeling fab, sore but FAB!! Not as lonely or bored now I've essentially rabbited on to myself through this post. 

Hopefully more than one person makes it through, those who didnt I applaud your effort at even starting really, well done, I would have switched off immediately!    

Thanks for reading!! I'm one happy happy girl!

Xxxxxx

I loved reading this, and did read every word. Found it very amusing...... I'm so glad everything went well for you, and you're blissfully happy. I'm really looking forward to your updates...... Take care Hunni, happy healing.... Xxxxxx hugsxxxxxx

I loved that! Absolutely honest and from the heart as well as bloody funny! So glad all went so well and the first stage of your boobies went so well :)

Loved your post pink princess. U sound like one happy but hilarious lady, so glad u had a great day, I popped a sleeping tablet earlier but have been woken up by Nxt doors buzzer so I'm not that happy!!!! Take care x

I'm awake too...I too have been subject by someone else who's a bit "buzzer happy" wouldn't mind in the slightest at all if there was an actual need. I "happened" to have overheard (perhaps strained myself to listen as best I could may be a better turn of phrase....OR earwigged in short...Well if people are not gunna lower their voice to an absolute whisper at 3am then it's their OWN fault if I other people 'mistakenly' feel they ought to listen in case they are being addressed also..) Anyway, she, perfectly capable of gettin  it herself since her surgery was delayed yesterday until today (again, if voices aren't lowered...) so is absolutely FINE, and also has a sink in her cubicle, asked for a water refill....THEN if the nurse could take a pillow away....also not happy, took an age to get to sleep. Very difficult when I'm used to having my Mr and kids around, in a strange place, ( as lovely and clean as it may be, a nurse doing the rounds and other people's heavy night time breathing, even rustling of sheets is jolting, me awake) and in a little pain, not excruciating just uncomfortable. 

Had another cheeky look, ok, ok, a LONG stare in the mirror from all angles. And the look great! (To me anyway) and are changing shape it seems slightly already, little lower than at first, very torpedo Esq....so already had quite large nipples (surgeon suggested nipple surgery in about 3 months once my size has settled and we can't a better indication of the end result) and they are even bigger, which I don't actually mind so far, as I'm used to them anyway, so depending how I feel I 3 months I might be happy with them..each to their own I suppose, it will just mean quite obvious scaring if I do the nipple thing, and if I could 'choose a nipple' type I would really like a pinkish small neat nipple...but mine are never gunna be like that even with surgery, so maybe sticking with what I have will be less evasive....I have no Idea why but actually saying the word "nipple" makes me somewhat uncomfortable...even at the "should be mature enough to say it or hear it said without laughing discretely on the inside or not so discretely smirking o the outside", age of 25, but no matter how I try, I can't-it's the way I was made. 

So that will be all for "nipple" talk for now from me....get it out the way first thing, avoiding the word for the rest of the day is my tactic! 

Absolutely adamant that this 100% was the right thing to do, even bleary eyed as I am now (make up free and generally not at my best) I'm so happy, little tired, obviously, but back to sleep after this warm drink, sore, obviously, but very happy, relaxed, and taking thing so so easily 

Still go the lovely stocking on, which, call me what you will, I find comfortable, and not all that hideous....I'm an odd species.....

Hope everyone else post ba is comfortable, happy, and recovering well. And I hope these ramblings help clear things up for people due to have their surgery soon, although at best just a little cheery read!! 

Enjoy girls!!

Off I go back to dream land with my new boobilicious self....hehe!!


Xxx

Arh glad I wasn't alone in the night... Poxy buzzers!!! Do gutted I forgot my earplugs. 
Well I've been to the toilet & they feel heavy but not sore, I even managed to sleep slightly over on my side which I didn't exect I wud b able to do, I've had me antibiotics so that's gd. 
I've had a few sneak peaks and they look much higher than they was which is fabulous x I've had the same size implant in as I had previously bad I'm happy I did that. The surgeon was happy I choose that size & no bigger. Next on the list tummy tuck!! Think that mite be a bit more pain full. 
One thing not happy with this macom bra which are a fortune had got a few weepy stains on it, I shud have popped my black one on!!!
Anyway hopefully I should be leaving by 10 at the latest, looking forward to getting home... Been a lovely stay but there's nothing like your own bed! Cx

Haha I want to know you in real life! Your so funny haha :) lives the Donna simba mistake!! So funny that yiuve had such a great experience!! I was just about to write my reply when I've seen you have written more! Lol hold up...
Go and disconnect the girks buzzer lol! Do you think she had expandables? At least once your home later today your be able to get a good sleep :) xx

Fab post! Loved reading it, looking forward to more along your journey! Glad all went well for you and your so happy, XXX

OMG princess you should be a writer that made me LOL!!! I'm so pleased you're still your happy excited self babe and happy with the new additions and not to uncomfortable xxx excellent story honey, you are correct in saying a piece of literary genius ha ha ha xxx

Haha I've only read the very first part and as instructed have made a coffee and am constructing a nest of cushions to make my next hour of laughter more bearable
I feel I must applaude you already... Wish me luck, I'm going in.....

Phew, do you speak really fast in real life?  

What a great run down of your day, sooooo pleased for you, and I hope you had a bit of rest after being woken up x

What did Donna say in response to the simba text??
I hope you're still feeling all snuggly in your bubbly world of loveliness
I loved loved loved my stockings too and also the compressor machine that kept massaging those leggies all night long
I was a bit sad when they made me take them off and go home :(
Hope you get some super sleep soon x

Ha....this was possibly the most embarrassing part of the, what I like to call, "Simba scenario"  her reply was on the lines of..."that's fine, will post the paperwork when I can" abrupt and clearly just writing the absolute bare minimum necessary, covering up clear hurt at my horrendous insult (or rather my seemingly "all knowing" phones insult....how, I ask, how on earth did it know she was a ginger person with, what has on more than one occasion by more  than one person, been described as a mane...an actual mane...) our relationship changed since the whole incident....to an extent that because of my uncomfortableness I have since moved house....(it WAS in the pipeline, but this situation just hastened the move up by around a good year or possibly two....)

Anyway back to the boobies....feeling sore sore sore....but once again I want to stress how over the moon happy I am with them....in case no one picked up on that...what?...you did?....you're very sharp....my kind of reader! 

Yes I talk very fast In real life, I am a giddy person, and grateful and overly appreciative of the smallest things, a personality trait that everyone I meet find Incredibly endearing (even if I do say so myself) ....However, sometime s it can appear that I live in a small locked pitch black cupboard, only to be let out on special occasions, When I say any number of the following lines, all real life genuine examples with no sarcasm at time of saying them intended what so ever

(At a fish shop, at the seaside) 
"Omg...they sell bread AND teacakes (bread buns or muffins if you prefer)....*huuuggeee grin on my face* eeeeekkk *claps hands and jumps around* ooooohhhhhh it's so hard to decide!! What?! I can get BOTH?! Really?!!....thank you babe!! *proceeds to jump into my mans arms and thank him*"

(On the way to Manchester airport with my man on my second ever holiday abroad...only last year)
"This is so exciting!!!! K e never been to Portugal!!! Eeeekkkkk!!! (See a sign saying welcome to Manchester) omg.....this is the FIRST TIME I'VE EVER BEEN TO MANCHESTER, I'm so excited, even though we're going straight to the airport it still counts!! I can tell everyone I've been to Manchester now. Thank you babe!! *proceed once again to plant kisses on his cheek whilst he is driving*"


(First time my man cooked for me)
"Oooo...that smells gorgeous.....ummmm...what is it? Can I cut the roast beef a big thinner please?"
My man: *look of absolute astonishment on his face* "erm....that's not roast beef love....it's STEAK..."
Me: "omg!!! This is SOOOO posh!! I've never had steak in my life, ever ever...how do I eat it?!..I feel so posh!!!! Wow!!! This is crazy, check me out eating ACTUAL steak, feel like royalty!!! *once again proceed to smother the man in thank you hugs and kisses and to be told he hasn't given me the veg prep knife, it's a STEAK KNIFE it's what you use for steak! Fancy!!*"

Literally couldod go on all day with these, including being absolutely astonished to be taken out for a meal where the waiters were all wearing shirts and ties...I have never ever been anywhere as posh in my life and all I kept saying was "my God it's so posh, they aaalll have TIES on, and they MATCH! These flowers are even REAL...Omg I'm wearing g my £5 primark pumps in a place like this!!"  

Anyway once again I've ended up completely off topic!! In short I LOVE MY NEW BOOBS!!!!!!!

Xxx

Haha omg :) you do sound a bit like Miranda!!! I'm a bit like you but I mainly just keep it inside and do a little clap with a big grin :) sometimes I say it out loud and it was in the same situation when my boyf cooked for me hahaa... He brought fillet steak also and I got all excited!!

Aww sorry to hear your feeling sore (although you still live your boobs lol) 13 days til a top up lol xx

Ah I loved reading our story! So funny! Really good to hear you happy you are with your new expanding boobies :) xx

Can't believe in 13days I get an extra 10-30cc in (not sure what yet) and fortnightly then....crazy!!!

 I'm allowed to shower if I want now and everything....but to stay on the side of caution (although the surgeon insisted it's fine) I'm going to stay in an un-showered state for today at the very least, a swift top and tail wash will see me through the day! I'm a natural worrier, and have envisaged a million shower related scenarios in my head, with 97% of those scenarios ending in me slipping over in the shower pulling the curtain down and completely unable to reach the help cord, to embarrassed to shout for help, and laying there a good few hours before anyone even notices I've gone...all because I'm now a little unbalanced now I suddenly have boobs on my chest-so with this in mind, flannel and baby wipes ahoy!! 
Allowed to leave soon, just waiting on my meds! 

Happy happy!! :) 

Xx

I LOVED reading this! 
Write more! Write More! Write a book!

Are you on Facebook? I feel I need to have a real life link to your escapades in real time as they happen!!
Showering is hard work but is ok.. I've had a bath on day 1 or 2 the day after op anyway and that was harder work for me... I point the head away, get in, apply some water and soap etc then just let the water trickle and dribble, then repeat and then I wash my hair leaning forward at first and then when my back screams I lean backwards. My hub helps me get dry and uses a cool hair dryer on my bandage to check its all dry down there
You feel loads better for a shower. Worth the effort.
I love the simba retort. How how did your phone know about her mane... She probably throughout you had her stored in your phone as simba and just forgot when typing

THE ABSOULTE SHAME

Looool bexx!!! Hahaa that's true, she must have just accepted she is simba to you xx

I know...the utter shame in it all.....the saddest part was the way she just accepted it, this is one of the many reasons I am destined to burn at the gates of hell. Honestly it is Times like this that I wonder...but really, how do things like this only ever happen to me? Other people are just rather confidently breezing through their adult life, with a sense of "I'm a strong confident woman mantra" about them, while I just clumsily trip and skip my way through half the time gazing at something vaguely interesting somewhere in the microfinance, failing to notice that huge lamp post, or the small child I'm about to trample, or the old lady I'm about to rugby style shoulder challenge, and just spend an alarming majority of my time muttering "sorry, sorry, sorry about that, sorry, didn't mean to! Never saw your face there nor did my elbow, oh sorry I appear to have sat directly on your lap as a pose to the bus seat next you, sorry, sorry again, ooops just tried to get in your car by mistake, funny how a white golf can look EXACTLY like a black focus, sorry, oh yeah that appears to be my dinner I've just somehow flicked from my plate to the middle of your rather extravagant looking family gathering, is it a special occasion? Oh sorry again"

Found that almost everything I have asked for or said in here to the staff started as "sorry" 
"Sorry, can I just ask for some painkillers, thanks, sorry again"
"Sorry, erm someone was meant to come and take the needle from my hand about 4 hours ago, I think they might have forgotten, sorry, just a bit uncomfortable now, sorry, thanks"
"Sorry, if it's not much trouble, could I have a cup of tea, I know you're probably really busy, sorry"
"Sorry can I just ask for a key for the bedside cabinate, sorry, I know you've loads to do, sorry again, thank you, thanks"
"Sorry yes I would like a coffee thank you"

I'm just awkward like that, awkward but harmless!! 

Xx

When you put it like that hex, I might try a shower, but in the comfort of my own bathroom, hopefully my familiarity with it may help prevent any falling over situations, and I will have my man either shower me or be on hand with warm fluffy towel waiting for me....or slightly stiff cold from the cupboard towel is probably a better more fitting description....although in my head it will feel like a huge douvet sized 4 inch thick fluffy as a cloud towel!
Xxx

Hex?! Clearly meant bex....is hex even a thing?!

Tee he he I get tired just reading your updated Princess it's lovely!!! Bless your cotton socks, I can imagine you jumping up and down like a little girl in the throws of your excitement! I bet you're one of those people it's impossible to be grumpy around because you ouze so much cheer and happiness. So LOVING reading your story xxx

Agreed sazzle
Yes I would probably give it a miss at the hospital, I looked at the nurse like she was barking when she suggested it to me...
And to be fair you will end up having to press the buzzer and get someone in to help you (the air will be thick with apologies of course), then you'll drop the soap... It'll just snowball from there so I reckon get yourself home to those John Lewis fluffyball towels

Loved reading your story Hun xx