So you want the real scoop on lipo? Most people who get liposuction are probably doing it on the DL, so they’re not going to be forthcoming with the dirty details. Luckily, I will. Be warned, it’s not pretty (but I’m hoping in about 6 weeks it will be).
Ya know the 300 workouts that I should have done to achieve the body of my dreams? Take all of the soreness that I would have felt after all of those squats, leg lifts, and whatever else trainers make you do so your thighs and butt look good (I wouldn’t know) and combine those into a few days of cumulative soreness. “Transitions are the hardest.” That’s what my plastic surgeon’s nurse warned me. When I’m not moving, I feel great! Move a muscle? Feel the proverbial burn. It’s definitely not painful per se, but it looks like someone took a bat to my legs and butt.
I now know what it was like to sit on an ancient thrown… or at least an old toilet carved out of marble. A soft toilet seat cover. My kingdom for a squishy, soft toilet seat cover. (I’m so tempted to grab my daughters’ princess potty cover with its padded ring of comfort.) And I hear that crotchless compression pants are going to be all the rage for spring 2014. Mine have side zips from my knee to the underboobs, hook and eye closures for added compression, and fine Parisian lace around the bottom hem. Ok fine, the lace is probably not from Paris, but the fact that they’re crotchless makes up for that. But before you go onto the Agent Provacateur website and order your pair, please note the following. You can only take them off when you shower and since your bladder and tush cheeks are so squished together, going to the bathroom can be challenging (on many levels). Luckily, the nurse had a helpful tip for this part too and I’ve found a new use for the post-summer surplus of red SOLO cups previously used for fun things like games of flip cup and beer pong. Cut the bottom off the cup and use it as a pee funnel so you don’t get the lovely compression garments dirty. Amazing!
So far, I see only a little bit of a difference in the shape of my legs due to swelling, but I definitely don’t see any more rippling in my boobs anymore. All of that leg fat is sitting nicely atop my implants giving them a rounder, softer appearance. As I still don’t have any feeling in my breasts, the fat grafting and scar revision don’t hurt. Yes, my breast bone area is sore and I can feel a little bit of discomfort where my little one accidentally slammed her head into the one strip of my left breast where I’ve regained sensation, but I needed that cuddle as much as she did and the residual pain is worth it.
Comparatively speaking, after the previous two surgeries, this is a breeze. Maybe after the nose job, my double mastectomy, the implant swap and now fat grafting, I’m just used to plastic surgery? I’m accomplished in a way I’d never imagined. I never would have thought that, before age 32, I’d already have achieved Gold Status on the Joan Rivers Scale of Plastic Surgery. Now I just need some Botox… and if I can manage a facelift before 40, I may get Platinum for life!