Well I just got home after my surgery so I’m only gunna write a little bit. The surgery went very well, it didn’t seem real to me till the Dr. came in and drew all the lines on me. Luckily things happened pretty fast after this and within 10 minutes I was out. It’s very weird to have a guy come in and draw on you like a sculpture, adjusting the lines where he thinks they’ll look better, twisting you around and looking at you like an object.

I came out of surgery pretty good, with only a mild headache which im told is normal after the narcose. I slept on and off for the rest of the day with my wife and kid nearby, which I am so grateful for. I don’t know how I would have felt to wake up alone.

The next day is a different story. I woke up and had breakfast and generally didn’t feel good, so I laid back down. I reach back to scratch an itch on my back and when I pulled my hand back it was covered in blood. Very calmly I rang the nurse and told her that I was bleeding and showed her my hand, she very quickly called another nurse and they started looking around me and only now when they sat me up did I see my bed is covered in 2 big pools of blood.

Ok, now, I know a bit about the body and I know how much blood loss it takes to be dangerous and this is far from it so I’m not that worried, as long as they can stop it. She says that it’s likely I have a hematoma that ruptured durring the night. They sit me up and run to get some pressure bandage that I have had on since surgery to add more and stop the bleeding.

A few minutes into this the world started spinning and I thought “ohh crap I’m gonna faint”. So the nurse laid me back down on my bed and said we can wait till I’m better to continue, she tilted my bed upside down and open the IV up all the way. As I’m laying there my wife SMS’s me and I messaged her back that I was having a few problems. Since you can’t realy explaine things like this over SMS I decided to call her. A few sentences into the conversation I went from bad to worse and suddenly got violently ill.

I threw up all over my bed, my room mates table, the floor and my phone, with my wife still on it. :( I felt even worse after this so I simply said I’m gunna lay down now and hung up. Unfortunately they had to stop the bleeding, which I fully understood, and I sat up long enough for them to add more bandages. By now it’s obvoius something is wrong but the nurses can’t figure out just what yet it doesn’t look like I’ve lost a huge amount of blood but a look into my chart confirms that I lost over a liter in the OR. Ok well that can account for some of it.

Another nurse comes in to take a blood sample and a test confirms that my hemoglobine lvl is 5.1. Generaly tranfusion lvl is 5.0 however most plastic surgeons don’t do anything till it’s under 5.0, or so the nurse tells me. I’m also extremly anemic. Now the nurses are left with the problem of I can’t be moved but my bed has to be changed. So she decides to give me a quick sponge bath (which I am EVER so grateful for) and she changes the bed from one side to the other with me rolling sideways and her shoving and pulling the bedding under me. 4 hours later everything was clean and the bed was made, just in time for my family to show up.

Everyone comments on how crappy I look and mom, dad and Jan head downstairs. I tried to eat a little and just threw up again and spent the rest of the day again sleeping on and off hoping to wake up and magicly feel better. My wife and kid decide to go shopping in town a bit and let me sleep, which is probably better than sitting around watching me sleep lol. While they’re gone the Dr. comes in finally to see what’s wrong with me, he looks at my breasts and pokes around a bit and then wants me to sit up, so I do which sends me into another fit of puking. The Dr. very calmly states that I am sick because of my low blood levels since I didn’t get a transfusion and because of the narcose and I will feel better and can go home tomorrow. I can’t even believe what he is saying since I can’t stop heaving long enough to breath let alone argue. He tells me to hang in there and walks away after ordering a few more tests.

So after I’m done puking I lay back down and fade once again into the world of sleep. The family shows up again to say good night and they go down stairs to get coffee leaving my wife and kid with me, after a few minutes we send the kid down to get some hot chocolate and we say our good nights but just before she can say good night I’m off puking again. We rang the nurse to see if there’s anything she can do but it’s not been long enough since my last anti-puke medication so I can’t have anymore, not like it helped anyway.

The next day I woke up and magically felt better. The Dr. was right I guess, I just needed some time to get my blood straighted out. I got up and walked around a bit, changed into my real clothes and had breakfast, which I kept down. I got to wash up and after they took out my IV I also got a good look at my new breasts since they’ve been cleaned and the pressure bandages removed. I spent most of the day waiting on my family to come get me and talking with my new room mates kids, she was having a gallstone removed. I ate some lunch and had some tea and about 3:00 they showed up to take me home. One last question asked before I go home.. how much was removed ? 802g and 610g .. nearly a kilo and a half!!!

Now I’m home and so much happier but I’ve sat here way too long writing and must lay down again so more updates soon!!!