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May13

The Road To Recovery

Posted at 5:49 PM • 14 Comments

My boob job is amazing. I’m nine days post-op now, and I’m starting to feel pretty good. A lot of people have asked me to be totally honest about how painful it was, so here’s my experience…

I’m the biggest wuss ever but in terms of pain, it’s not THAT bad. It’s fucking annoying and uncomfortable but it’s not particularly painful. I think for me the worst thing has been having to sleep on my back as I’ve always been someone who sleeps on their stomach, so I have been extremely uncomfortable in bed and have had quite a lot of back pain from it. I actually only ended up taking my pain medication for five days after the surgery, and even then I had dropped down to only one or two pills a day by the third day. The worst pain has been in the incisions, particularly first thing in the morning, which I am assuming is because after laying down all night there has been no pressure on them for hours and once I stand up there’s a whole lot of weight pushing against them.

I’m only just now beginning to get feeling back in my left nipple, it’s been relatively numb since the surgery. The right one went back to normal almost immediately, but the left one is taking its sweet ass time! I wasn’t concerned that I’d done any irreparable nerve damage, as the nipple would still get hard when I was cold so obviously there was still some feeling there, it was just numb. They are both super sensitive (not in a good way) and very sore to touch.

Being unable to drive or lift stuff or work out has been really frustrating. I still don’t have full use of my arms, but I can lift them enough now to do things like wash my hair and dress myself in clothing other than a robe haha. The right side of my body is healing much faster than the left side, but apparently it’s normal for you to heal quicker on the side of the body you write with.

This morning I went back to the surgeon’s office to get my stitches checked out and have the last of my bandaging removed. I was nervous about seeing the incisions because being Captain Paranoia I had been stressing a bit that I’d burst my stitches or something, but the nurse said they look perfect and my surgeon said everything is healing fantastically. Good news!

Honestly, they look amazing. I am absolutely thrilled beyond belief and they are everything I ever wanted. I can quite comfortably say that I have a fantastic boob job! I’m not ready to post a completely topless photo just yet, but if you missed the pic I posted on my Facebook & Twitter last night, here it is again…

Ashlee Adams

That pic was taken wearing nothing but a very thin, light, cotton bra. No padding whatsoever. Before my surgery I’d have had to wear a heavily padded push-up bra with extra gel inserts to even achieve half of that kind of cleavage! I’m still not allowed to wear underwire bras so I haven’t actually been to try any on as of yet, meaning I don’t know what size they are exactly but at a guess I’d say either a 34DD or a 32E. They make my whole body look so much better and more proportionate. I can’t stop looking at how incredible they look in teeny tiny triangle bikini tops, too!

So yeah. I am happy. Thrilled. Elated. There’s probably not even a word strong enough to describe just how happy I am with the result haha. Getting breast implants was a great decision for me and I am happier than ever!

xox

P.S. For those of you girls who asked, my plastic surgeon is Dr Timothy Edwards from Adelaide Plastic Surgery Associates :)

May5

The great boob job adventure

Posted at 5:26 PM • 24 Comments

After months of non stop talking about it, stressing about it and being excited about it… yesterday, I finally got my breast implants.

Despite feeling like I was on the verge of total meltdown a few times on Monday, I’ve gotta admit I was extremely proud of how brave I was on the day of the surgery. I didn’t think I’d get much sleep on Monday night but I was surprisingly relaxed and managed to sleep in on Tuesday morning. My admission time wasn’t until 1pm so I didn’t want to get up too early!

So Kyle and I arrived at the hospital at 1pm, I checked in and got my little hospital bracelet. Shortly afterwards I was taken upstairs to the surgery waiting room and spoken to by a nurse. She was really mean!!! Kyle and I were both like, “Omggg bitch,” haha seriously she was so rude and not friendly at all. After that I had a quick chat with the anaesthetist about what was going to happen, and decided to be brave and go without a pre-anaesthetic sedative. I got changed into a hospital gown and a robe then went back to the waiting room. Pretty soon after that another nurse came out and said it was time to get into my hospital bed. I got a bit teary when I had to say goodbye to Kyle, but I think I was mostly just really overwhelmed by everything. They put me in a bed behind a curtain and I swear the thirty minutes I spent in there waiting to go into the theatre were the longest thirty minutes of my life. My surgeon came to see me briefly to draw some lines under my boobs so he knew where to make the incision.

The male nurse who wheeled my bed into the theatre was really nice. From then on it was all so quick and I was so busy trying to keep myself calm that it’s all a little hazy. All I really remember is getting into the operating theatre and moving from my hospital bed to the operating table, and focusing on breathing while they put the drip in my arm. They put a little clip thing on my thumb and then my fingers started going tingly and I started feeling happy and I asked if they’d started to put the anaesthetic in. They told me they had and said to relax and enjoy it, and apparently at that point I started babbling something about Star Wars and then I was asleep.

I don’t really remember actually waking up, just that all of a sudden I was wide awake and apparently still talking about Star Wars hahaha. The nurses left me sitting in bed for about twenty minutes, then got me up and helped me get dressed. My boobs were so heavily wrapped in bandaging I couldn’t really see much. They took me over to a couch and gave me some cheese and crackers and a glass of water, while the bitchy nurse from earlier gave me a prescription for my painkillers and some pamphlets on post-operative care. Kyle arrived to pick me up about ten minutes later.

I’ve been home for about 24 hours now. A lot of people have asked me about the pain, and to be completely honest it’s not THAT bad. It’s mostly just a lot of discomfort. When I first woke up it felt like there was an elephant sitting on my chest, and it still feels pretty tight but it’s not unbearable. When I sit still I feel fine, but it is really difficult to stand up, sit down, walk around, etc. I can’t lift my arms up very high or pick up anything heavy. I can’t actually feel the implants themselves, like I can’t feel the difference between the implants and my flesh and it doesn’t feel like there’s something inside me, my boobs just feel really sore and swollen.

It feels pretty surreal that it’s all over. For so many years I’d been talking about getting fake boobs and these past few months since booking the surgery it’s been the only thing on my mind, so now that it’s all over and done and I actually have fake boobs it feels weird. I’d built it up to be such a huge deal in my head and I was in and out of there in literally three and a half hours. The whole thing was so much easier than I expected it to be.

I went back to the surgery this morning to get all the strapping removed so I finally got to see the new twins properly, and seriously, I am absolutely thrilled. A lot of my friends with breast implants had warned me to be prepared to be a bit horrified when I first see them because brand new boobs can often look a bit gross, so I’d mentally geared myself up to hate them for the first couple of weeks. Incredibly, mine already look great and I am feeling 100% confident that they are going to look amazing when they settle and drop down into place. Right now they’re still sitting up a bit high, as is normal with new implants, but the shape and size is perfect. I saw myself naked in the mirror with them just before and it makes me look so much more womanly, I finally feel like an hourglass rather than a pear and I honestly couldn’t be happier.

I’m not gonna post any pics publicly just yet. I know a lot of you are really excited to see them but knowing the internet like I do, there’s always gonna be a couple of assholes out there who are gonna say nasty shit and while I’m recovering from a major surgery and trying to be as rested and relaxed as possible, I don’t want to read that shit. So unfortunately a couple of inevitable dick-faces have ruined it for everyone, but never fear, once I’m feeling healed and recovered you’ll get to see them in all their glory!

Well, that was a long post. Haha. I’m going to go sleeeep :)

Apr24

Boob Ed.

Posted at 1:16 PM • 14 Comments

If there’s one thing I’ve learned throughout my journey towards fake boobs, it’s that most men are absolutely fucking clueless about breast size. It’s really surprised me when I’ve said I’d like to be a DD, and people have responded with, “What? I thought you would have already been a DD?!” It seems rather ridiculous to me that people could think that, as I am NOWHERE fucking near a DD. I have, however, decided women are mostly to blame for this, because I really feel like many women lie about their breast size. Well, not lie, exactly, but I think there are a lot of girls out there squeezing themselves into a 10DD (32DD) when they perhaps should be wearing a 12C (34C), so they can tell people (and probably themselves) that they’re a DD. Whatever is causing it, a hell of a lot of guys have no idea. I am, for the record, a 12C.

I have also learned that a lot of men seem to be totally boxed in to the idea that only one size is suitable for all women. A lot of guys have said to me stuff along the lines of, “I only like C cups.” I think that’s a really dumb thing to say, because breast size is relative to body size… a C cup on a petite girl who is 4′11″ is going to look MUCH bigger than a C cup on a girl who is 5′9″ and of a larger build. I don’t really understand how someone can say they only like one specific cup size, that makes no sense at all to me.

Then, of course, there’s the multitude of completely inaccurate and uneducated ‘fake boob’ related statements I’ve had thrown at me. A lot of people seem to really believe that fake boobs mean you WILL end up with rock hard melons and you WILL lose all sensitivity in your nipples. No question about it, it’s a guarantee. There’s a lot of myths out there about the horrors of fake boobs that people are quick to buy in to without doing any research, but thankfully, the reality is that those horror stories only make up a very small minority of breast implant adventures.

This whole process has been a very interesting experience. I am learning a lot about the way people think about boobs, both natural and enhanced, and being the curious cat that I am, I have really enjoyed it.

I am only ten days away from my surgery now, and even though I’m still feeling scared I am also feeling ready. This is something I have wanted for so long, and finally going through with it has meant taking a huge step towards overcoming my serious phobia of all things medical that has plagued me for many years. I’m at a point now where I’ve been waiting and planning for months and I just want to get it over with and have my big, wonderful new boobies!!!!

Mar22

6 weeks to go

Posted at 12:06 PM • 31 Comments

Tomorrow marks six weeks til I get fake boobs.

I think I am finally starting to feel more excited than I am nervous. There’s still three major things at this stage that are making me worry, and they are…

1. What if they turn out bad and I have fucked up boobs for the rest of my life?

2. What if I am allergic to the general anaesthetic and I die?

3. To what extent are my parents going to absolutely lose their fucking shit if/when they find out?

I’m trying to remind myself that I am paying a lot of money to go to an amazing surgeon, I am not trying to go too big, and that I am in capable hands so hopefully the first one is pretty unlikely. Unless, of course, I get capsular contracture, but apparently that’s easy enough to fix if you catch it early. The second one is just me being a paranoid freak, and again, I am paying a lot of money for a professional anaesthetist to supervise my entire surgery so I guess I’m probably not going to die.

The third one shouldn’t be bothering me so much, but it is. Pretty much all my decisions over the last seven years have disappointed my parents hahah, but this one could really throw them over the edge. My dad didn’t speak to me for like a month when I got my tongue pierced cos he was so disgusted, I hate to think how strongly he’d react to fake boobs. Mum wouldn’t be happy about it, but I think she’d be more pissed at me for spending so much money on boobs when I’m already paying off an $18,000 car loan (she obviously doesn’t know how much money I earn). I am going to try to hide it from them – for years I have always worn nothing but heavily padded, push-up bras so I think most people think my boobs are much bigger than they actually are anyway, and since I’m not getting HUGE implants I figure it won’t look much different to when I wear my padded bras with silicone inserts haha. If they do find out I imagine it’ll be a repeat of my, “I’m going to be on the cover of Penthouse” announcement, which will just mean dealing with mum yelling at me over the phone a lot and dad not speaking to me for three months. But like I’ve said to them in the past, I am going to do what I want with my life, and they can either accept me for who I am or not have me in their lives because I am not going to change to be who they want me to be.

Anyway, time to go visit the surgeon’s office to make another payment, I’m over halfway now! 6 weeks to go, woohoooo!!!!

Mar2

Nine Weeks

Posted at 4:36 PM • 15 Comments

So today marks exactly nine weeks until I get breast implants. One one hand it seems like it’s still so far away, yet on the other it seems like it will all be upon me in no time at all!

Right now I can’t decide if I’m feeling more excited or more terrified, but one thing I am certain I am feeling is pride in myself. Breast implants are something I have been considering for six years now, but I have backed out of previous arrangements due to my overwhelming phobia of all things medical. Now that I’m at a point where I have committed to this and there really is no backing out, I feel really proud of myself for taking a step towards overcoming something that has been a major fear in my life for as long as I can remember.

No matter how much people try to comfort me, I can not seem to shake my deathly fear of general anaesthetic. I’m not entirely sure what I am scared of, considering I am paying a lot of money to have a highly trained professional anaesthetist overlook my procedure so I’m probably not going to die or anything. Perhaps it is just a fear of the unknown. From what I can gather, it seems to be a pretty common fear.

The thing that really baffles me is that back when I used to party, I was an avid fan of a drug called ketamine, which is the general anaesthetic used by veterinarians to put animals under for surgery. I never had any fears or hesitations whatsoever about railing lines of ketamine that could’ve been mixed with god knows what, but the thought of being anaesthetised by a professional in a controlled situation using a substance made for humans absolutely fucking terrifies me???

I think maybe it’s the idea of having a needle in me that really scares me, because I am and always have been scared of needles. Maybe I should just ask if I can snort the general anaesthetic?! Haha…

Going into this as someone who has never been to hospital, never had surgery and never even had stitches, I feel pretty overwhelmed. In hindsight I feel extremely glad that I decided to go with the more expensive surgeon, because I trust him entirely and I feel safe in his hands. I believe peace of mind is worth the extra $3000.

The countdown to my brand new boobies has begun.