Posted by Kristy | Posted in Boob Job Journey, Kristy | Posted on 05-12-2009
Although it’s only been but three days since the operation…it was yesterday that my husband and I decided to go shopping. Most girls I’m sure wait some days after for this but I was much too anxious and excited to wait. I was feeling good so why not? Beats staying home and in bed…of which maybe I should have been doing. Oh what a day though it turned out to be. I was going to, where else but of course Victory Secrets. I wanted to instantly know what my new size was going to be. Yes a bit swollen and told I can’t wear bras until the Doc orders…it didn’t stop me from wanting to know what my new cup size was. After all Victoria Secrets must be able to tell me right?! It was the Dr. to ask me what size I was opting for…it was a full C. Not a B cup, not a D cup, a Full C. Simple right. So I assumed this is want I was going to hear…32-34 C….however it was a harsh SLAP in the face to hear 32 B. My world just came to a silent standstill! There was no way this women who I just met could know ANYTHING…How could she be working here…I turned around with the biggest look of disappointment on my face. Why on earth did I go through all this to be the size I was before having my baby? How could I be…the same size?!?
It’s been only 3 days since my “BIG DAY” of going under the knife and let me tell you I feel FANTASTIC! I can’t complain not one bit, not even a itsy bitsy tiny bit. The night before the operation I could barely sleep…my husband was pretty annoyed with my tossing and turning to say the least. By morning, I didn’t know if I was going to be able to have myself go through with it because of how nervous I was. However, it was the memory of how I felt the first time I had canceled and the times I dreaded that decision that kept me on track to keep getting ready. Before I knew it we were there waiting for my name to get called. First things were first, the dreaded IV. We both made it very clear to the entire staff of how terrified I was of needles especially IVs. The nurse that had prepped me was amazing…she saw how scared I must have looked because she instantly said, “I normally do all the paper work stuff first but would you like to get the needle out of the way…I promise you I’ll only have to do it once.” Thank God that she was able to make the promise…she then covered my hand with a towel and said, “out of site out of mind.” She was terrific! During this time I met with my Dr. and the Anesthesiologist. Then the “walk” to the operation room.
AGING…I’ve recently been introduced to what this word means and am in a boxing ring with it. Let me explain…I was divorced 5 years ago and became single for the first time..yea first…I know..lets just say I’m a backwards kinda gal. Before the single life I was married forever (since high school) and that’s really all I knew so becoming single was a HUGE adjustment…I will involve many other blogs about that later don’t worry. Anyway, so I was “25″ the last 5 years and hadn’t aged a bit. I was looking good feeling good and aging was the last thing on my mind. So now I’m struggling with seeing wrinkles and gaining weight and heaven forbid if I EVER see a grey hair. Let me tell you why “25″ came to a hault for me. A few weeks ago I got up one morning…mind you I’m NOT a morning person…not mean…just don’t speak to me. I looked in the mirror and saw a couple wrinkles for the first time.
Every night before I go to bed I switch my Blackberry to ring for phone calls only because I can’t sleep with all the emails coming into it all night long and all the late night booty calls. Ha, just kidding, although it HAS happened!
