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Well I decided to go ahead and share my experience with you guys regarding my abdominalplasit procedure. Just incase anyone has any reason for awareness on this matter.
My experience stemed from a weightloss which started over 4 or 5 years ago. I was a fat boy. HAHA! Yes! A fatboy and at heart I still am
. In those years that past I lost well over 100 lbs. I was 5'4, 290 yikes
Anyways I came down with my wieghtloss and got shredded within a little bit over a year. I had one problem though. I had excess skin. I assumed that with time it was going to go away but it never did not. No matter how many crunches I did It would not go away. I got to the point where It brought me depression. Anyways after months and months I lived with the excess skin. My upper body was perfect but my stomach area was ehhhh! I did some thinking one day and started doing research on tummy tucks. I found that yes it is a dangerous procedure but It was either me feeling down all the freagin time or feeling better about myself. I chose my second option.
In coming week I aske my lovely parents for some help. Of course the adminal plast is not cheap. It ran me 7000 dollars. My parents loaned me the money and I am slowly paying them back. The doctor I chose was an excellent doctor. He was certified by The Board of Plastic Surgeons and he was also in every freagin paper in the Washington Metro Area. That is enough credibility in my book.
In the coming weeks before my surgery I pretty much said screw my diet and enjoyed my last days with my awful stomach. I said goodbye to my stomach by eating at a favorite restaurant.
The day of my surgery was very scary. I was advised to not eat anything prior to 11 pm the previous night. I was very scared going into my operation. I remember going into the hospital and the doctor took picture of my stomach. He was being funny about it. Saying that I was gonna look great once all my skin was removed so just relax. I brought to a surgery room and next thing I know I was assed out by the amnesthesia.
Hours later I was awaken. The only thing I felt at that moment was pain. Yes it was lessend of course but I still felt it. I had been cuting in half and peice back together. Whoa! I was very shaken. I could not walk without any help. I was take to a room to where my parent could see me. I was filled with amnesthesia and was pretty much zoned out. My doc asked me that he wanted me to be able to urinate before I left home. Yes I left home the same night. I'm a soldier! Haha! Anyways I realized that I could urinate. They pumped me with more liquid and I could not get my muscle to get me to urinate so the doctor had to put a decather on me. How embarrasing. The nurses saw my pee pee.
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The weeks to come where very difficult. Week one was the most painful. I had strainers coming out of me and I had to wear a wrap around me to hold me together. The first couple of days I felt like I was gonna die. I had headaches and I also had trouble using the bathroom. It came to the point where I had to go the hospital again to have a decatheter put back on me so I could go. Those trip to the hospital where horrible. I felt as if I was gonna die because I could not use the bathroom to save my life. The muscle relaxant which eased my pain cause me to not be able to use the bathroom. For the whole week I lived on gatorade to get my blood levels up. I also ate junk! What fun! The second week I toned my diet down because I did not want to turn into a house during my recovery. I also was able to walk again. I was able to walk but I walking hunched over. Not fun at all. Every step I took hurt!
By the third week I was still not able to do much of anything. I was getting up every once in a while to prevent any clotting. As I stated doing that was very uncomfortable. In order to get out of my recliner I had to have assistance. I would walk for about a minute. I looked like the hunchback of Notre Dame. Sleeping was a pain in the ass. I was very uncomfortable unless I had my knees up with pillow holding them in place. There where periods during those weeks where I felt depressed. As though I was not gonna like my results. My Hips where swollen and my stomach was swollen. This was giving me negative feelings. Hell I might as well say it...I felt a bit of depression.
The following weeks I began to walk a little more upright but not much more of a difference. I had taken a couple of trips to my doc so that he could see my healing progress. He would say I look great. I had a different opinion though. I spent an entire month in my home. Playing video games watching t.v. and eating Quiznos every now and then. I had become a couch potato and my recliner shows the proof. There still lies an imprint of my body on the chair.
After a month of healing I was finally able to walk straight. I still had aches but I managed to suck it up. They where minor aches. I finally decided to go to the gym. The first workout was hell. Of course I was doing very light work. I could not stand to not go to the gym for a second month. My body still was not ready but I continued with my workouts. I would say I needed maybe 2 or 3 more weeks of resting. I am a hard head though so I kept going.
Today I sit here writing this. I am glad to say that I feel better. My stomach looks fine except for the scars. It is better than having all that extra skin though. I'd take scars instead of dragging that extra baggage any day.
I know there is stuff I missed. So ask me anything. This is just a breif writing of my experience. I will also post some writings that I shared in another forum while I was recovering.
My experience stemed from a weightloss which started over 4 or 5 years ago. I was a fat boy. HAHA! Yes! A fatboy and at heart I still am
. In those years that past I lost well over 100 lbs. I was 5'4, 290 yikes Anyways I came down with my wieghtloss and got shredded within a little bit over a year. I had one problem though. I had excess skin. I assumed that with time it was going to go away but it never did not. No matter how many crunches I did It would not go away. I got to the point where It brought me depression. Anyways after months and months I lived with the excess skin. My upper body was perfect but my stomach area was ehhhh! I did some thinking one day and started doing research on tummy tucks. I found that yes it is a dangerous procedure but It was either me feeling down all the freagin time or feeling better about myself. I chose my second option.In coming week I aske my lovely parents for some help. Of course the adminal plast is not cheap. It ran me 7000 dollars. My parents loaned me the money and I am slowly paying them back. The doctor I chose was an excellent doctor. He was certified by The Board of Plastic Surgeons and he was also in every freagin paper in the Washington Metro Area. That is enough credibility in my book.
In the coming weeks before my surgery I pretty much said screw my diet and enjoyed my last days with my awful stomach. I said goodbye to my stomach by eating at a favorite restaurant.
The day of my surgery was very scary. I was advised to not eat anything prior to 11 pm the previous night. I was very scared going into my operation. I remember going into the hospital and the doctor took picture of my stomach. He was being funny about it. Saying that I was gonna look great once all my skin was removed so just relax. I brought to a surgery room and next thing I know I was assed out by the amnesthesia.
Hours later I was awaken. The only thing I felt at that moment was pain. Yes it was lessend of course but I still felt it. I had been cuting in half and peice back together. Whoa!
I was very shaken. I could not walk without any help. I was take to a room to where my parent could see me. I was filled with amnesthesia and was pretty much zoned out. My doc asked me that he wanted me to be able to urinate before I left home. Yes I left home the same night. I'm a soldier! Haha! Anyways I realized that I could urinate. They pumped me with more liquid and I could not get my muscle to get me to urinate so the doctor had to put a decather on me. How embarrasing. The nurses saw my pee pee.. The weeks to come where very difficult. Week one was the most painful. I had strainers coming out of me and I had to wear a wrap around me to hold me together. The first couple of days I felt like I was gonna die. I had headaches and I also had trouble using the bathroom. It came to the point where I had to go the hospital again to have a decatheter put back on me so I could go. Those trip to the hospital where horrible. I felt as if I was gonna die because I could not use the bathroom to save my life. The muscle relaxant which eased my pain cause me to not be able to use the bathroom. For the whole week I lived on gatorade to get my blood levels up. I also ate junk! What fun!
The second week I toned my diet down because I did not want to turn into a house during my recovery. I also was able to walk again. I was able to walk but I walking hunched over. Not fun at all. Every step I took hurt! By the third week I was still not able to do much of anything. I was getting up every once in a while to prevent any clotting. As I stated doing that was very uncomfortable. In order to get out of my recliner I had to have assistance. I would walk for about a minute. I looked like the hunchback of Notre Dame. Sleeping was a pain in the ass. I was very uncomfortable unless I had my knees up with pillow holding them in place. There where periods during those weeks where I felt depressed. As though I was not gonna like my results. My Hips where swollen and my stomach was swollen. This was giving me negative feelings. Hell I might as well say it...I felt a bit of depression. The following weeks I began to walk a little more upright but not much more of a difference. I had taken a couple of trips to my doc so that he could see my healing progress. He would say I look great. I had a different opinion though. I spent an entire month in my home. Playing video games watching t.v. and eating Quiznos every now and then.
I had become a couch potato and my recliner shows the proof. There still lies an imprint of my body on the chair. After a month of healing I was finally able to walk straight. I still had aches but I managed to suck it up. They where minor aches. I finally decided to go to the gym. The first workout was hell. Of course I was doing very light work. I could not stand to not go to the gym for a second month. My body still was not ready but I continued with my workouts. I would say I needed maybe 2 or 3 more weeks of resting. I am a hard head though so I kept going.
Today I sit here writing this. I am glad to say that I feel better. My stomach looks fine except for the scars. It is better than having all that extra skin though. I'd take scars instead of dragging that extra baggage any day.
I know there is stuff I missed. So ask me anything. This is just a breif writing of my experience. I will also post some writings that I shared in another forum while I was recovering.
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I 2 drains coming out of me. Boy the removal of them was such a pain!
