{"id":1007,"date":"2004-06-27T14:57:34","date_gmt":"2004-06-27T19:57:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/amynews.com\/?p=997"},"modified":"2015-10-08T17:38:43","modified_gmt":"2015-10-08T21:38:43","slug":"amanda-and-nicole-day-0","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/amynews.com\/2004\/06\/amanda-and-nicole-day-0\/","title":{"rendered":"Amanda and Nicole – Day 0"},"content":{"rendered":"

So …<\/p>\n

In case you haven’t figured it out by now …<\/p>\n

Last week I got my boob job.<\/p>\n

And all I can say is … OUCH !!!!!!<\/p>\n

Yuhp , let’s see …<\/p>\n

On the scale of surgical things hurting like hell associated with my transition,<\/p>\n

My boob implants now rank Numero Uno.<\/p>\n

My liposuction had the prolongest hurt (is prolongest even a word?);<\/p>\n

That stuffing krap they put in your nose after rhinoplasty was by far the most uncomfortable; but,<\/p>\n

The pain associated with the implantation of a pair of round, smooth, 425 cc, overfilled to 465 cc, implants filled with saline solution inserted underneath one’s pectoralis muscles via a periareolar incision simply hurts like phreakin’ hell.<\/p>\n

It wasn’t a prolonged hurt, seeing as soon as I started medicating myself heavily, the pain became fairly tolerable …<\/p>\n

But for a period of time after the anesthesia wore off and when I only had one valium in me …<\/p>\n

I was in desparate, desparate pain.<\/p>\n

Gawd did it ever hurt.<\/p>\n

All I can say is that my future boyfriend\/husband better enjoy them, because I sure when through a lot of pain to get them !!!! \ud83d\ude42
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\nNow the day started out bright and early …<\/p>\n

My personal caregiver for this round of surgical procedures,<\/p>\n

Was none other than the infamous Skipper<\/em> !!! \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

Let’s hear a collective round of applause for Skipper !!<\/p>\n

Yay Skipper !!! \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

Despite working the late shift the night before,<\/p>\n

She arrived promptly at my place at 7:15 a.m. so we could make our jaunt to Chicago in time for the second surgery of the day for Dr. Z.<\/p>\n

I was doing the driving there …<\/p>\n

So as usual of late,<\/p>\n

Before heading out for the trip to Chicago,<\/p>\n

We stopped at my parents on the way out of town to say hola.<\/p>\n

It was the first time my parents met Skipper,<\/p>\n

But my mom immediately took a liking to her …<\/p>\n

And my dad liked the fact that she played Guiness Book of World Record trivia questions with him.<\/p>\n

(Pssst … last year dad got a Guiness Book of World Record trivia questions coffee table book. In less than a year, my dad has memorized the entire phreaking book and can ask a trivia question for any occasion. If you’re ever in need of a lifeline on Who Want’s To Be A Millionaire and it’s a question about a world record of some sort …. put my dad down as your lifeline … he won’t fail ya … it’s actually sorta spooky, but it is proof as to why you can never when an argument with my dad, it’s that damn photographic memory of his. ! :))<\/p>\n

So, it was a little after 8:00 a.m. before we finally hit the road …<\/p>\n

And poor Skipper had to listen to me gripe the entire trip about how hungry I was ….<\/p>\n

Seriously, I understand the reason why I’m not supposed to eat or drink 12 hours before surgery,<\/p>\n

But this is me we’re talking about …<\/p>\n

I like to eat,<\/p>\n

And eat often …<\/p>\n

Along with consuming massive quantities of coffee and water.<\/p>\n

I was dying.<\/p>\n

And there were all these signs telling me that there was great food to be had …<\/p>\n

McDonald’s, Burger King, White Castle, Culver’s, Redamak’s …<\/p>\n

I was constantly scheming ways to figure out how to cheat and at least get a breakfast burrito …<\/p>\n

But Skipper,<\/p>\n

Managing me ever so well …<\/p>\n

Kept me on track.<\/p>\n

Anyways, we made really good time …<\/p>\n

And decided to try the Skyway into Chi-town,<\/p>\n

In light of the 60 some odd miles of construction they were doing on I-94 three weeks ago when I was last there (added about 2 hours to my trip then, which would have been longer had I not decided to take some back roads eventually.)<\/p>\n

Fortunately, we only had about a 45 minute delay of construction on the Skyway, which as far as midwest driving goes during road repair season …<\/p>\n

Really isn’t that bad.<\/p>\n

Once we broke clear of the traffic back-up, I got the call from Chris at Dr. Z’s office telling me that the first surgery was going fine and they’d be ready for me a little earlier than expected …<\/p>\n

And miracles of miracles …<\/p>\n

I was actually going to be there a little earlier than expected !! \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

Seriously, can anyone name once when I arrived on time for any appointment at Dr. Z’s ??<\/p>\n

Or pretty much anywhere else for that matter.<\/p>\n

But this time … promptly …<\/p>\n

At 11:00 a.m. central standard time,<\/p>\n

I rolled into the the parking lot.<\/p>\n

Now I need to take a few minutes here to offer super, special thanks to Skipper …<\/p>\n

I was totally phreaking about this particular set of procedures,<\/p>\n

And numerous times during the ride I did fall into total and complete silence …<\/p>\n

Just reflecting as to what I was going to be doing.<\/p>\n

And Skipper skillfully knew exactly when to say something to lighten up my spirits …<\/p>\n

While also knowing when not to say a thing and let me dwell on my thoughts for a while.<\/p>\n

And along the way … we had plenty of laughs and mocked multiple people as we drove down the interstate … enjoying ourselves thoroughly.<\/p>\n

And when we arrived at Dr. Z’s locatioooon ,<\/p>\n

They were all set and ready for me.<\/p>\n

First, I was pleased to see that I had my absolute favorite anesthesiologist working on me that day …<\/p>\n

His name is Dan from Windy City Anesthesiologist and he kicks butt !<\/p>\n

Funny, skillful, you don’t feel a bit of pain, he’s got a relaxing smile and he’s also phucking hot !! Seriously, when your getting ready to pass out just before going under some serious surgery … his is one nice face to see as you fade away into dreamland.<\/p>\n

He was my anesthesiologist when I got my tracheal shave, and if I had my way, he’d be my personal anesthesiologist whenever I had the need. If any of you future Dr. Z patients are lucky enough to get him to be the one knocking you out … count your lucky blessings … and have pleasant dreams ! \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

So Dan the Man goes through the basic pre-op questions for me …<\/p>\n

And likewise, I ask him my traditional pre-op question …<\/p>\n

Dan, have you had the two requisite shots of Jack Daniels yet? I don’t want anyone working on me who is completely sober?<\/em>”<\/p>\n

You said that last time too, didn’t you?<\/em>”<\/p>\n

Yuhp.<\/em>”<\/p>\n

And you also told a pretty funny story about a hamburger if I remember right.<\/em>”<\/p>\n

Well, yeah, so I’ve been told, I really don’t remember any of that.<\/em>”<\/p>\n

Well, we’re all set, I’ll go do my shots of JD and the nurse will come in to go over a few things with you.<\/em>”<\/p>\n

Skipper joined me at this point and the nurse went over the basic blah, blah, blah questions …<\/p>\n

I really wasn’t paying too much attention.<\/p>\n

I was still trying to think of something funny to say when I came out of my anesthesia …<\/p>\n

I had talked with Laura the night before, and she, along with Skipper, both gave thumbs down to the works in process I was developing …<\/p>\n

And I felt I was now under a bit of a time crunch,<\/p>\n

In coming up with something funny to say …<\/p>\n

At which point I just said …<\/p>\n

Screw it, I’ve got nothing humorous to offer at this point.<\/em>” \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

Anyways, after the nurse attempted to distract me …<\/p>\n

Dr. Z came in to draw lines on my face and chest<\/a>. (Seriously people, you really didn’t expect me to give you any full frontal nudity did you? :))<\/p>\n

Now, in addition to the boob job, we were doing some touch up liposuction, an upper lip lift, and going heavy on the fat injections in my lip and temple region.<\/p>\n

So it was expected that my surgery was going to take about 4 hours.<\/p>\n

Plenty of time for me to send Skipper to the mall to pick me up a hoodie, as I failed to bring one with me to wear …<\/p>\n

And knew full well that I was going to need something that zipped up, instead of pulling over my head.<\/p>\n

Now, as I’ve mentioned before …<\/p>\n

Only two people really share my same taste in clothes,<\/p>\n

Singer and Skipper.<\/p>\n

I’m completely comfortable shopping with either of them,<\/p>\n

And in letting either of them pick something up for me and knowing that I’d like it.<\/p>\n

So I was fine in sending Skipper on my hoodie hunt,<\/p>\n

However, she refused to acquiesce to my request for a light blue hoodie.<\/p>\n

Hmmmppphhh … go figure.<\/p>\n

Anyways …<\/p>\n

While she went shopping for me …<\/p>\n

I headed into my four hour surgery.<\/p>\n

\"PreSurgery.JPG\"<\/p>\n

Once I was coming around in the recovery room …<\/p>\n

I started doing my normal investigative thing,<\/p>\n

Hey, they left me along in the room,<\/p>\n

Hooked up to all sorts of monitors of course,<\/p>\n

But there’s kewl equipment to check out.<\/p>\n

So after asking them to send Skipper in the room to visit with me,<\/p>\n

Which of course they let her do.<\/p>\n

I started snorking around.<\/p>\n

Removing my monitoring equipment,<\/p>\n

Seeing if I could walk,<\/p>\n

And helping myself to copious quantities of H20 and someone’s Pepsi.<\/p>\n

Nonetheless, Skipper astutely observed that while I had been left on my own in the recovery room,<\/p>\n

I had been being a bit mischevious.<\/p>\n

And properly, sorta scolded me. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

Anyways,<\/p>\n

When Barb, the nice nurse, came back in …<\/p>\n

I asked her for some food.<\/p>\n

Which she promptly provided …<\/p>\n

Unfortunately … what she gave me were the worst tasting cookies known to mankind.<\/p>\n

Skipper barely finished one.<\/p>\n

Well, of course, I ate all the rest.<\/p>\n

Dr. Z came back in to checked me out thoroughly again …<\/p>\n

And consistent with my ability to tolerate a fair quantity of pain,<\/p>\n

While being able to gab incessantly during pretty much anything …<\/p>\n

It wasn’t long before Skipper and I had the clearance to head back home.<\/p>\n

Now the only anxiety I had about Skipper taking me to get my boob job,<\/p>\n

Was that I honestly had some hesitation about her driving skills in the heat of Chicago traffic.<\/p>\n

As mentioned before …<\/p>\n

Singer would be the one I’d be most comfortable driving me, she’s just a phreaking good driver;<\/p>\n

My brother and Uncle Dick would be tied for second, both I’m more than comfortable with being a passenger in their cars;<\/p>\n

Then …<\/p>\n

You have Shaft and Skipper.<\/p>\n

Shaft, well, he’s just a reckless driver, he knows what he’s doing an all, it’s just that he’s reckless and likes to speed excessively;<\/p>\n

And Skipper,<\/p>\n

Well, she likes to drive with one foot on the dashboard.<\/p>\n

Yes … the dashboard.<\/p>\n

Anyways, to calm any anxiety I might experience,<\/p>\n

Skipper kindly kept both feet on the floor while driving,<\/p>\n

And managed the Chicago traffic perfectly.<\/p>\n

We even stopped at McDonald’s for me on the way back where she let me overindulge in a hamburger, fries, four piece McNuggets, Filet O’ Fish and a tasty chocolate shake.<\/p>\n

Once we crossed the border into my home state,<\/p>\n

I started falling asleep.<\/p>\n

And pretty much slept most of the way all the way back,<\/p>\n

Waking only occasionally to answer questions I thought Skipper was asking me,<\/p>\n

Only to realize that she wasn’t talking to me,<\/p>\n

But conversaing with someone else on the cell phone.<\/p>\n

We made it home around midnight,<\/p>\n

And as promised,<\/p>\n

I paged Dr. Z and left him a message that I made it home okay.<\/p>\n

About 5 minutes later,<\/p>\n

He called me back to check in on me.<\/p>\n

Too sweet.<\/p>\n

Skipper, bless her heart,<\/p>\n

Even took the time before leaving,<\/p>\n

Despite having to be simply exhausted,<\/p>\n

To soak my new orange hoodie in an attempt to get rid of all the blood that had accummulated on it. (You were successful by the way Skipper … it’s all clear !! :))<\/p>\n

So … it was a long day …<\/p>\n

And my chest felt really, really tight.<\/p>\n

Vicodin and valium were necessary prescriptions in my mind.<\/p>\n

As this was a somewhat painful procedure.<\/p>\n

I really couldn’t see much from my breast results as they were taped down and then ace bandaged on top of that …<\/p>\n

My lips I could see,<\/p>\n

And they were really, really big.<\/p>\n

It’s the whole deal with fat injections … you have to overfill like crazy as about all but 20% of it gets reabsorbed.<\/p>\n

Same thing in my temple region.<\/p>\n

I’ve got cuts above my eye where endocsopically he removed some fat in my upper lids …<\/p>\n

And I have bandages all over my face holding things in place for now.<\/p>\n

I can say that once I got home,<\/p>\n

I was able to sleep pretty comfortably in three hour blocks …<\/p>\n

Which seemed to be the case all day Friday.<\/p>\n

Anyways …<\/p>\n

Here’s what I looked like right after surgery …<\/p>\n

I kinda took a few steps backwards on the ugly scale, huh ?? LOL \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

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Don’t worry, things are improving nicely.<\/p>\n

You’ll see ! \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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