Tit Talk Part II; Post surgery

 

I am forever grateful for my new tits but I do think it’s really important to be frank about the situation. Maybe if someone had been a bit more honest or maybe I’d gone to the right people about it then Id have possibly not got such big jugs! Whilst I love them, they have their down sides but hey thats life, to gain something you must sacrifice another and in this case Ive sacrificed cute tops/cute bras and sleep!

My surgery was quite invasive as stated in my previous post, my chest was actually the way it was because of TBD or Tuberous Breast Deformity that is a congenital defect. In order to have nice Babylon’s I required Mastopexy and implants. Mastopexy is basically the medical term for an uplift which has left me with some ‘anchor’ shaped scars. The implants were then placed under the muscle to give them a nicer more natural effect and voila! Tasty tits! I had been on the waiting list for a few months and 4 days before my surgery was called by the hospital in Whiston who said there had been a cancellation and would I like to come in?! I have to be honest, I shit myself (not literally) but I am a massive pussy when it comes to anything medical and being an anxious mess anyway this scared the living daylights out of me. I have a BIG issue with not being in control these days and I am terrified of flying/being driven by others as well as being under anaesthetic, I had lived my life prior to my ‘getting my shit together phase’ so out of control that in my road to recovery I have become quite the opposite; strict with myself as well as being a massive fanny over things that I’d never thought twice about! I decided to be a big girl about it I mean after all in the grand scheme of things Id overcome and faced much scarier situations. I had been desperate for my ugly chest to be fixed since realising I was not growing like my friends were, as discussed before, it left me feeling genuinely shit and no it wasn’t some sob story for free tits. I had been told by the GP and then consultant that I was one of the most extreme cases they had ever come across (I guess I won at something).

The surgery was scheduled for Sunday morning and I had uni the next day, I’d just started my law degree and had promised myself I wouldn’t fuck it up this time 😉 so naturally I did what any normal person who had had 4 hours of invasive surgery the day before and went to my public law lecture for 9am the next day! After I came around from the surgery I was really unwell and felt bloody awful, I remember wailing a load of bollocks and thinking I was in a rave! I’d had a bad reaction to the anaesthetic and in recovery I spewed for a solid 2 hours whilst they insisted I stayed over which I point blank refused because I wasn’t missing a friggin lecture! Gone were my rebellious days Id decided! The pain wasn’t too bad and all they sent me home with was some paracetamol! Ha! your talking to a woman who can handle copious amounts of codeine and tramadol (that is not a boast though, prescription pills are evil too and just as bad as illegal drugs) and who used to eat them for breakfast to just numb the pain of my miserable life when working for ‘R’. My chest was HUGE and considering Id been an A-cup at best I now felt like an inflated sex doll which actually did worry me a bit because I’ve actually always been so shy concerning my looks and would rather go unnoticed there which seems odd because you’d be forgiven in thinking ‘well why the hell get them corrected if you don’t like being stared at’

I got home from the hospital that night, knocked myself out and woke up in the morning forgetting I had new tits….ouch is all I can say! Where it hurt the most was at the sides of my arms because we take for granted the movement of our upper body and how we use our arms and chest together. I Made the fatal error of getting in the bath and having to scream for rob to wake up so he could literally pick me out of it as I could not use my arms at all to hoist myself out! I had dressings on my wounds which are anchor shaped as stated and was advised to change them every day. I was at one point worried the wounds were not healing well but this was for the first 3 weeks they looked pretty grim to be honest but then it was like they suddenly healed over night! I applied lots of bio oil and it has certainly helped them heal nicely. I have some very funny looking scars around the nipples because they literally sewed me some new ones on and so I call them my Zig and Zag tits as they look like the annoying but cute googly-eyed tossers (no I don’t mean Chris Evans you rude bunch) from The Big Breakfast circa 90s.

So, all in all it took around 6 months for them to be fully healed and feel comfortable, i must stress though that in my experience and my friends who have had the surgery DO NOT go too big! Don’t get carried away and think you want to end up like Pamela because in all honesty they weigh a tonne if you’re not used to them, you also have to become used to being ogled at by some rather rude men who haven’t quite figured out that women have faces too! I get a lot of neck and shoulder tension and have spent a fortune at the chiro and acupuncture clinics. One thing nobody mentioned to me either was that they can feel so odd and when you lie on your side it can freak you out I have on several occasions felt the implants move and that frightened me. I have been reassured that it is just because your body is getting used to foreign objects and so it can take a year or two to even settle properly. I also used to get constant twinges and weird sensations in my left tit which i called ‘left tit jip’ and this is because my left breast was so under developed compared to the right side it was basically flat so my skin had to stretch a lot to accommodate my new baps.

Was it worth it? Hell yes! my confidence has improved so much and I am no longer ashamed to buy bras or wear low cut tops but I cannot stress enough that in a few years when they need replacing I am absolutely going to get them smaller and opt for the tear-drop shaped implants. I was silly and freely admit that possibly idolising Barbie as a kid was probably not the healthiest thing for a young girl 😉 The down side is that if and when I have children I won’t be able to breast feed but the Doctor said that in his opinion I wouldn’t have been able to anyway so hey ho as in anything there are pros and cons. I am just happy to feel like a woman; nobody understands the shame you have at anyone finding out that you’re a freak the feel is real! I had 390cc silicone implants and that has left my A-cup chest with big DD’s I am also 5ft 7 so I have a sturdy frame but if you’re a petite wee thing then think before going big!

Thanks for stopping by! Any questions regarding surgeons/Questions for your GP etc please don’t hesitate to contact me! (featured image is me 4 days after, I wanted to see what they looked like in a sexy top as i had never worn one before, you can see the white dressings on each breast underneath)

Love Lo xxx

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