I wonder what happened to the original poster and what the outcome is a year out. I can remember my first FFS and seeing a face all black and blue in bandages. In fact I was black and blue on my arms, chest, it was crazy. I remember a lot of pain killers and being told they were necessary even though I hate painkillers.
BUT, I do remember seeing my face a few weeks later and recalling the sort of "shock and awe" experience of it all. It really was pretty drastic. For me though it was drastic in a good way, because I was full time and happy. I can remember for a good couple of years afterwards i was a shiny object addict. If it could see my reflection in a surface then I wold stop to check myself out. I settled down after a while of getting used to seeing the new me in the mirror.
In fact I am trying to think of which shock and awe experience affected me the most, seeing my face after FFS or reaching down to feel my crotch after Srs knowing it was finally over. It would be a close call for me to be honest.
