There’s a ton of forums out there with women more than willing to share their experiences with various surgeons - valuable info before you commit to allowing one near your body with an actual sharp implement.I found Twitter particularly helpful - I just typed my chosen surgeon’s name into the search bar, and browsed through the tweets that mentioned him.Make sure you take loads of ‘before’ pics so that you can refer back to them and remind yourself of the changes.Also keep in mind that it takes up to a year for everything to settle and for you to have your proper, final result. Last year - over a decade later - I finally decided to take the plunge, leave the itty bitty titty committee behind me, and get a boob job.You’d want to browse for a bit, assess all of the options. I booked an initial consultation with one of the biggies, and was so taken in by their sales patter that I never even considered looking anywhere else.
I even called up my surgeon to find out how quickly I could get them redone with a bigger implant size, before I realized I’m literally not a Kardashian and don’t have that kind of money just lying about.This was horribly uncomfortable, and less than 24 hours later I was having a crisis of confidence in my surgeon, partly thanks to an intense forum browsing session in which I discovered only 1 other person who was being subjected to a week of strapping. I thought I’d have a few aches similar to pre-menstrual boob pain - and be back at work in a couple of days. I think my blasé attitude towards recovery made it more of a shock too, and harder to deal with. Literally, I couldn’t roll over to get out of bed, because any tiny movement that caused my pectoral muscles flinch even 0.001 of a centimetre sent shooting agony throughout my chest.It appeared that everyone else was either wearing a compression band (why didn’t I have one of those? Apparently some girls say they really don’t feel much pain after the op. I actually SCOFFED at my mum when she suggested I might like her to come and look after me for a week or so. Do not underestimate how much pain you will be in, because holy. My mum (who very kindly forgave me for earlier SCOFFING and arrived at my bedside like a wonderful angel) had to lift me out of bed like a little baby, while I whimpered… Basically my first 3 days post-surgery consisted of holding an ice pack to my boobs and a sort of low-level moaning slash crying. I’m not trying to scare you, I’m trying to prepare you – but just incase you’re now sobbing in terror, I will say this: by Day 4 I felt much more human. You can, and will, get though it if this is what you really want. Yes OK, the painkillers were obviously my number 1 go to guys, but nothing soothed those booblars quite like some ice. You wouldn’t walk into a shop and buy the first dress you clapped eyes on, would you? Let’s imagine you’ve got a big event coming up - your birthday party perhaps, or a friend’s wedding - that you need a snazzy new outfit for.