The annoying thing was I arrived late, so naturally I attracted a lot of attention because the door to the event was beside the stage. Sucks to be me. *rolls eyes*
After the event one of my best friends commented that I looked hot, and the current girl with him said "Yeah it's sexy, but I'm still bigger". [cues TaylorSwift-style gawk]. Completely. No. Emotional. Quotient. In my mind I went "Of course you're bigger, because you're shorter and fatter, and fats are distributed throughout the entire body". Though of course in reality I just smiled politely.
Now, look what you made me do?
So like in the previous rant, my new-equilibrium is around 50kg, and I was a 34B.
Everything was fine, and I had built an impressive lingerie collection, which is actually the greatest deterrent against breast augmentation. But everyone at Allure was so very patient towards my endless worries, I completely love them! I even went for a second consultation.
This is actually the first surgery I've EVER had, and in the 2 weeks after, the most annoying thing is actually that I couldn't shower-shower. I thought I would feel afraid, and I kept waiting for the moment when that fear would hit, and that I would regret or back out, but that didn't happen at all because I really felt I was in safe hands. Honestly, 0 moment of fear.
I went through general anaesthesia, and the anaesthetist Dr Alvin was such a reassuring presence. He gave off this zen aura, so I knew he was very experienced, and he was very calm and nice. If he had wanted to inject poison into me I probably wouldn't even have suspected. He then told me the worst part was the injection, and asked me to clench my fist a few times for the veins to be raised. After the jab I told him it wasn't really that bad, and he praised me for doing well *beams*. I felt like such a good girl.
The next thing I knew.. the operation was over and I was waking up to a stiff chest because it was wrapped up. No pain at all for a few hours, but it's not an issue because I was issued antibiotics, sleeping aids, pain killers of different types for the morning and throughout the day etc. So recovery was a breeze.
Though admittedly, the stiffness was a bit difficult to work around because in my line of work it's handicrafts, and I have to take things down from the shelves etc, and I went back to work on the evening of the operation day. Start ups are insane.
I dressed like this for a few days to hide the bandage, and also because I couldn't raise my arms. Bath times consisted of awkwardly showering the lower half of my body, and sponging the top half of my body to prevent the bandage from getting wet. And it was so expensive going to different hair salons every other day to have my hair washed.
The first review (or second technically because Dr Ho saw me after I woke up from the anaesthesia) was Operation + 1 Day (8 September). So I went back the next day and was told that everything was going well (yay!). Not much time to worry excessively. I did have a few worries between the first day and the second, because I went and pulled heavy sliding doors, had weird feelings and thoughts etc, so they were all answered the very next day. This was followed by a week of me eating fresh pineapples and "healing foods" everyday, and gaining weight without a care because healing is more important than losing weight. ^^v
The next review was on 13 September, and I was so disappointed because I thought I would be able to remove the bandage (and bathe). Surprises of surprises, I heal very quickly (yay again), and therefore I would wear relatively more "normal" clothes instead of having to hide the white compression band above my chest area. In the above pictures you can see that the top of the breast has settled somewhat, and looks natural, so its somewhat a before and after picture xD
The Annual F1 weekend! - Actually I scheduled the surgery to avoid the F1 weekend haha.
Picture was the day of the craziest outfit I guess, on the third day I wore the Team Mercedes T-shirt and shorts and got rained on during Calvin Harris's concert =.= I was worried about the bandage, but there wasn't anything I could do about it, and I was right in front of Calvin Harris. I did flout the restrictions about not drinking during recovery though, it's extremely difficult not to drink beer during the F1 weekend actually. But you can see in the picture I tried on the second day, there were 2 bottles of Dasani that we bought for $3 each, extremely overpriced.
As Dr Ho says, it's not about becoming someone completely different because you hate yourself or something, but rather becoming a better version of who and what you already are.