Hey guys! It's two days post-op I feel surprisingly good, despite the drains and the binder. The oxycodone is making me a little itchy and now I feel like a Hawaiian kahuna the way my abdomen is so...fluffy, we'll say.
And Northside Hospital in Atlanta is...brill. Absolutely brill. Fully-staffed with nurses that had no problem referring to me as 'he' and 'Mr J'. Dr Nahai did the surgery and I've had very little pain so far [except for right after I came out of anaesthesia, but Dilaudid knocked that out.] I did freak out when they put the mask over my face to knock me out. Three people held me down until I blacked out. Good times.
Drains come out Tuesday. And it's probably a good thing I'm not seeing anyone, as I'm not supposed to get my heart rate up too much for a couple weeks, so I can't even have a good wank.
I do feel a little weird about it all. My friend took photos of my chest after Dr Nahai marked me up. My mannaries looked...terrible. They hung low, had stretch marks all over the place...they should never have been allowed to develop when I was a kid. But after twenty years of lugging them around and now they're suddenly gone...it's just weird. I mean, how am I going to warm my hands in winter now? I used to shove them under a Devil's Dumpling or even stick a sock under there to warm it up. And I can't say that I feel any more confident right now. I might once the drains are gone and I don't have to wear the binder all the time. And get rid of some Buddha belly.
Anyway, thanks for the well-wishes, everyone! Means a lot to me.
