I have an appointment with my plastic surgeon’s office next week. I’m still worrying about the thin skin on the underside of my breasts, still slathering them with lotion and vitamin E oil, still worrying about my bras being too tight, that the incisions might split open, the implants might pop through my skin, yada, yada, yada. I’m trying NOT to worry, but you can see how that’s going.
Here are some shots of how the rippling looks through the thin areas of my breasts:
I honestly don’t care that they look ripply. I just want them to hold. As long as nothing pops through, they can ripple all they want. The dent in my left breast appears to be growing with the settling of the implant, so the more I look at it the more I am realizing that I’m going to have to do the fat grafting after all. I was kind of hoping I could skip that. The nurse was right, though, when she said she did not think that I would be happy with the outcome of that breast if I didn’t do the fat grafting. Another surgery. Ugh.
I don’t want to think about it too much right now. I am focused on being able to get out and exercise, lose some of this weight I’ve accumulated, get out and do some family stuff this summer, work the dogs. I hope they are going to release me to do some type of cardio. I’m excited at the prospect of working out, losing this weight, going to the beach; wearing a bikini (after losing that weight of course!) and not thinking about my breasts being so fragile. It’s hard to imagine not being cognisant of how they feel, whether or not they are in a bra that is too tight or too loose, or what have you. I’m sure the day will come.
That will be a cool day.