So I had my surgery on Monday - right during lunchtime.
I'm about to be BRUTALLY honest. If you are considering laser lipo - please make sure you have a high tolerance for pain. The experience WAS NOT FUN. It's all in "how bad you want it" - and I wanted this badly, very badly.
To sum it up quickly - it felt like someone separated my skin from my fat cells, liquefied the fat, and sucked it all out - which was essentially what was done.
I did drop a tear or two during the surgery. It HURT. HURT LIKE HELL. I'd say take the pain of getting a tattoo and multiply it by five.
The good part - after my surgery was complete - I could immediately tell the difference. It was only temporary though, because by the time I got home the swelling had set in.
Day 1 - felt like my stomach had gotten run over by a Megabus.
Day 2 - felt like my stomach had gotten run over by a hummer.
Day 3 - felt like my stomach had gotten run over by a Toyota Corrolla.
Day 4 (today) - feels like I had a personal trainer make me do 1000 crunches/situps/leglifts. So I guess you can probably see the good progression. :)
Day 1 experience - Before I went home, they made me wear this compression garment, which basically looks like a onesie with a huge pee hole. This contraption had the nerve to have a bow at the top - because yeah, that makes it sexier.
Here's a pic of my new best friend for the next 6 weeks:
Wearing it doesn't really bother me, because I've recognized the importance of wearing a good girdle years ago. Unfortunately, though, I now look like an overcooked smoked sausage when I'm in this thing. I'm sure as time progresses, I'll look better when the swelling subsides.
Anyway, I got home and stayed drugged up a good part of the day. A number of friends and family called, and they were surprised how upbeat and alive I sounded on the phone. I finally took a nap, and I did wake up about 6pm and manage to cook myself a light dinner and fold a load of laundry. So far the bleeding has been minimal. I sat up in the bed and watched a little TV. Got up to go take my meds and the bed looked like a crime scene - I had started leaking. I leaked all over the bed and onto my pillows. Ugh. I leaked ALL NIGHT. So glad I didn't use my good sheets or I woulda been pissed...
Days 2, 3, and 4 - I learned a few tricks to help me out.
Getting in and out of bed or chairs sucks major ass - therefore, I only did it when absolutely necessary.
Bending over hurts - therefore - don't drop stuff! Keep everything if possible at waist level.
So to add more bittersweetness to this whole experience - my mom came into town two days ago. I love my mom dearly, but she's severely disabled - so now it's like I have a child to take care of in this condition. I'm glad she's here (I almost lost her in January - long story - car accident - glad she's okay) - but it's stressful dealing with her in my condition and dealing with myself in my condition.
Much character building going on over this way...I would so love a blueberry martini right now...but I will not....I will not...I will not...
The good news - I am down to 244 today :)
Thank ALL OF YOU for your words of encouragement during my surgery. Once I don't look like I need to be covered in barbecue sauce, cheese, and onions, I'll post a few pictures on my blog.