Well my new best friends are healing well. They are still very scabby but the nipple scar is very fine, but the vertical scar is pretty scabby and I am not sure whether the scar will be this thick once the scabs have gone. I hope not!

I’ve had a couple of dressing changes and it does scare me each time I remove them. The dressings and the bras have become a bit of a security blanket. The doc said that when I take the dressings off I can shower, and then put clean ones on, but I am really scared to shower! I feel like something may go wrong if I do it, I know its silly, but I can’t imagine showering again and not wearing a support bra! Just incase you were wondering... I have been bathing and washing my hair over the bath instead! I’m not a total stinker!

But all in all I am feeling fine. I’ve started back at work and it’s been no problem at all. I thought I’d have to start getting the bus from the train station to work, as I usually walk (15 mins) but thats been fine, and no pain. Its felt sore, a bit like sunburn in a weird way! I’m aware of it, but its only tender to touch.

I went out last night and got a bit too drunk, as in, I don’t remember getting home (oops) but I woke up at 7am in my pj’s but NO Bra (double oops!). I put it straight on, but I am annoyed at myself for getting so drunk and then stupidly sleeping without the bra. D’oh!! Note to self... don’t drink Pinot Grigio and Prosecco in copious amounts.

I’m off for a pizza now to remedy my hangover. Yes I still have it at 6.30pm.

Well last night I went back to see Dr Khan to have my dressings changed. OH MY F**KING GOD!!! Not only was the removal of the plasters horrible, but when I saw what I actually looked like under those dressings, I cried.

I couldn’t physically look so I asked my boyfriend to take some pictures before the dressings were put back on. It is horrendous!!! Really aggressive bruising and crusty scabs etc. BUT I do realise this is merely superficial. I think that because my recovery has been easy peasy so far and that there were very few visible bruises showing peeking out from the dressings, I wasn’t expecting it to look quite so bad. He told me he had taken 96g from my right breast and 86g from my left.

I am going back next Tues for another check up and I hope that by then the healing will be slightly better. Dr Khan has reassured me that it’s healing well and this is all normal. And I believe him. He has given me some more dressings so that at the weekend I can take these ones off, have a shower and then replace the dressings myself before I see him on Tuesday.

These comments are no way detrimental to Dr Khan, as I stick by my word that he is indeed a genius! The shape and size are perfect, I just need to heal.

I’m feeling a little sore today, probably the most I have all week, but even so it’s really not that bad. I’m going to enjoy the sunshine today in the garden with a lovely (healthy, boohoo) lunch and mother dearest for company!

Today is the day of dressing removal! Hooray, the god damn things are itching like mad, scratch scratch scratch!! I am also getting sick and tired of these support bras and sleeping on my back. I love to sleep in the foetal position so this back business is giving me a sore backside! I have found putting a pillow under the tops of your legs helps a bit. And the V Pillow, what a saviour! I had been reading the forums for months before embarking on this boobie journey and gathered many tips before it was my turn. V pillows are about £8-9 from Argos, I definitely recommend.

So yes, as I was saying, the dressing removal. Eeeeeek! I am excited in one way as I can’t wait to see them in their full glory, but on the other hand, I am dreading seeing the scars. At the moment I am enjoying looking at full pert breasts (yes I am OVER THE MOON with them – more about that later) despite having nipples poking through that resemble jelly tots and an aggressive looking bruise peeking through underneath. My cousin had this operation a few years back, and she has warned me that when they first remove the dressings, it’s not a pretty sight. I’ll soon find out this evening.

So back to my week long love affair with my new boobs. Well, Mr Khan is a GENIUS!! I had an ample 34E bosom for my entire adult life. I started getting bigguns when I was about 16, and for years wore a 34C. Not sure if that was the right size, but it fitted. Then all of a sudden, I hit 28, got re-measured and I was a 34E! So I had been wearing a 34E or sometimes a 36D for the past few years. I have never been happy with them but always shied away from surgery thinking I couldn’t afford it or was too scared, especially when I found out that the nipple is taken off!! Eiish! But they were no longer pert. I was very flat on top (you could feel my rib cage) with all the volume down the bottom. Buying bras and bikini’s became a nightmare and choosing a nice outfit for a night out was also a chore as I would never buy anything low cut in fear of people noticing my tennis balls in socks look. The crunch came back in May last year.

My boyfriend and I were having our first holiday together and I wanted to look the part basically. I shopped high and low along London’s Oxford Street looking for the perfect bikini that didn’t cost best part of £70. I was in the changing room of Next, trying on a lovely black, slightly padded bikini and I looked at myself in the mirror and I wanted to cry. I was a 30 year old childless woman, with tits that looked like I’d bore 4 kids! It was time for action.

With that I went through all my finances, working out what I could afford to save etc, then over the following few months, I went to see all the big groups that offered free consultations. I eventually was recommended Mr Khan (founder of re-shape and wonderful man!!) down in West Malling. I booked up in December for Surgery 4 months later.

And here I am, now with 34D ( I think!) breasts, perky, full and utterly wonderful. I am a very happy lady.

Oh dear, someone has become a bit of a porker...

Over the last 5 days I have been comfort eating, treating myself to whatever I fancy, because I have been a poorly kitten. Well that’s being nipped in the bud as of NOW! The bloating from the general anaesthetic has almost gone, but after weighing myself today, I have gained 4lbs in 6 days! I knew this would happen, and being someone who really has to watch her weight, it’s bothering me.

Yes yes, I know I am in recovery mode so I can’t be doing anything drastic (which is why I fed my face for the past 4-5 days) but as of today, I am ditching the cheese toasties and Haribo in favour of fine healthy fayre! I felt well enough to take myself for a walk at the local park. I am lucky enough to live a stone’s throw away from a beautiful park with a lake, a manor house and a country pub. I walked around for about half an hour, and then plonked myself down on a bench overlooking the lake with the latest copy of Glamour. It was heavenly.

Being the day of the London Marathon there were many joggers out, obviously feeling rather inspired by those taking on the 26.2 miles when suddenly a man in some weird papery suit (it looked like the exact material the paper knickers you wear into surgery were made of) covered from head to foot. I was chuckling to myself as I watched a mother and father walking along with their 4 year old son on a scooter go past me. I checked out for the expressions on the parent’s faces to see how they’d react to this man in the suit, and nothing. Until the kid shouts... “MUM, why is that man wearing a funny suit”. I cracked up! I don’t know if the man heard, but just shows how honest kids are.