If you’re not in the latter two categories and you decide you’re gonna upgrade yours, you’ll probably do a lot of research on the net. Read the forums about breast augmentation, peoples experiences, maybe even welcome the opportunity to watch some porn in the name of research.  

Then you’ll get a kick-ass surgeon and scrape together your savings in the name of perfect D-cups and a nice two hour nap. After waking up from your nap your first question is whether they caught the truck that hit your chest. But you’ll get over that quickly, forgive the truck driver and then have the nurse send him a thank-you note for solving your never ending “what bra should I wear today” dilemma. 

But – conspiracy theorists take note – there’s something nobody told you. No woman that went through it ever mentioned it. Collective amnesia. You did not only get a nice new rack, they also gave each boob their own personal catheter. 

Yup, that’s right. You’ve got clear plastic tubes coming out of your new girls, along with two clear plastic bottles. And then you realize you traded your bra problem for a bigger, “How am I ever going to find clothes that hide those bottles” problem. You knew you couldn’t lift stuff for a few weeks, to make sure your muscles don’t move your new additions into the wrong place, but you only took a long weekend ’cause you were supposed to be fine going to work after. 

If you think I’m exaggerating picture hiding this under your clothes:

Boob Tubes

The good news is, if you actually listen to your doctor, and drain your tubes frequently, and don’t do any strenuous activity, they will take out your tubes pretty soon, at which point you can worry about the fun things like what new bras to get. I’m talking from experience here, listen to your doctor.

First time around I took my girls out for a few test drives way too soon, and I was stuck with the tubes for a week and a half. This time, I smartened up and after my post op visit today with a very excited and happy doctor they removed them. And by removed them I mean pulled a really long plastic tube out from inside my breasts. An experience like no other. 

Oh, and if I you don’t hear from me again after this post, it’s probably because the conspiracy theorists were right and I spilled the beans on the big boob tube secret.

PS: Despite rumors to the contrary, I did NOT go to work as pictured above, but managed to find just the right boob-tube cover-up (which is not featured in the photo).

Is it weird that I asked my surgeon for the old implants back?  They were quite an investment at $1800 a pair. Plus I was fascinated with exactly what I had been lugging around for 5 months. They were the reason for the dents on both of my shoulders.

Old Rack Parts

I sit here with my new rack attached.  Next to me are the old set.  Guess I’ll use the old set as a stress balls until the new ones are ready.

For those who are interested, Dr. Saltz is a fabulous plastic surgeon in Salt Lake City, Utah.  I’d recommend him to anyone who is looking to do self improvement work and wants a reputable surgeon.  

By the way, I’m on the road to a full recovery and am currently 90% back to normal on day 3.  Yeah, I’m a trooper like that.  Oh yeah, and my eyes are brown.

Proven: she is adorable.  She called me today and said she had a little surprise.  My jeans were done!  I practically kissed her over the phone. With tongue.

I recommend Abby’s Alterations!  Maxi is the owner, who wears stylish designer jeans herself.