We checked out of our hotel in the morning, and headed into Cleveland to waste time before the follow-up appointment. The post-op appointment was actually at the main Metrohealth Hospital, which turns out to be the size of a small city.
After finding our way to the right waiting room, we waited for what seemed like forever. Then, we were taken back by Andrea, the nurse, and she undid the binder without much fanfare. I felt really delicate and exposed.
Then, she ripped off the foam. It was the most painful part of the whole surgery experience, and it was painful. Very, very painful. In the middle of my chest, I didn’t feel much, but on either side, under my armpits, I was very sensitive, and it was excruciating. I cursed, felt dizzy and nauseous, and lost a good bit of my chest hair.
Next, she removed the surgical tape, which didn’t hurt at all. And my chest was just… there.
first look at my new chest
I’m not going to lie: I freaked out. I had to lie back, and I was brought some water. Andrea was worried that I regretted having surgery, but I didn’t. It was just shocking. And it smelled bad, and it looked so raw, and like my chest was barely being held together. Andrea left me and E alone for a few minutes while she found another nurse to help her remove my drains, because she wanted to remove them both at the same time.
The drain removal itself wasn’t too bad. Andrea pulled out the right side, and I didn’t feel it at all. The other nurse didn’t do as good of a job, and I felt a sharp pain at the end and bled a little bit.
And that was it. I was given further instructions, and shown how to dress my incisions and my nipples, and helped back into my binder, which fit much, much more loosely than it had with all that foam under it. Then, I wobbled back to the car.
On the way to the airport, E and I stopped at a Goodwill, where he helped me try on some shirts, some of which I bought. Everything fit beautifully! We returned the car and waited for our flight to board. Our flight ended up being delayed for a few hours, and the plane was pretty small. By the time we landed, I was grumpy and aching and exhausted, but I was home!
K was waiting for me, and he ran up to me and hugged me (gingerly) as soon as he saw me. It was so great to see him again. It reminded me that I still have 5 more weeks off of work to heal, and spend time with him over the holidays. We had dinner with E and his partner, and then K took me home.
My first shower felt great, but it was unsettling. I was really nervous about taking off the binder, and about K seeing my chest. He was a lot more comfortable with my chest than I was, and he helped me get the binder off, take off the bandages, and got me into the shower. He washed my hair and my back and arms, and then left me to spend some time with my chest. The shower helped a little; I felt more composed and a little calmer when he helped me put the Bacitracin on my incisions and nipples and helped get me re-bound.
I know I needed this surgery; I know I didn’t want breasts. I feel great whenever I have my clothes on. Without my binder on, though, I feel really disconnected from my chest, and really scared. I hope this gets better.
