Hello guys, here we are (finally) with part 2 of 2 in the Rhinoplasty experience chapter in this funny little life of mine. I would first like to apologise for how long this post has taken, I have no reason as to why… Apart from life just got in the way! I have had a lot of questions since my last post, thankyou to all of you that got touch, it was so sweet! I made a video of my experience too, which I will link at the end, thats A lot more chatty but for now lets go from the top…
So I woke up at 6am on the morning of my surgery, weirdly feeling completely at ease. The only stress I was experiencing was wanting to smash my mac to pieces as it wasn’t uploading a video I needed to submit for a uni deadline! We left around 6.30, overnight bag packed, fresh faced, hair in plaits, all ready for the adventure ahead. We arrived just after 7am and I filled out my paperwork in reception before being taken through to my private room to settle in and get changed in to my gorgeous gown and stylish socks;
When I was settled, it was just a case of waiting around for my turn. Now i’ll be honest, this wasn’t exactly the worst thing considering my room came fully equipped with wifi, a tv and loads of comfy pillows! The nurse came in a few times to do some tests and then Dr Lahoud came in to see me and we went over everything one last time before I went down. Eventually the nurse came to get me and we walked down together to the anaesthetic room where I waited to go into theatre. Walking into theatre and lying myself down on the operating table was by far the strangest experience of my life. Everyone was really nice and before I knew it I was asleep and it was finally time to make the biggest change of my life.
After what felt like 5 minutes, I was waking up in recovery and everything was very loud and I struggled to keep my eyes open. Naturally, being me, I managed to get in another 10 minutes nap before waking up properly. Waking up in that recovery room was a moment I will never forget because a feeling came over me that I can’t fully explain. It was a mixture of relief, excitement and mostly a weight lifted from my shoulders. I had finally done something that I had wanted to do for so many years and I nearly cried. I was wheeled back up to my room where my mum and step dad were waiting for me. Obviously mum got her phone out straight away to take pictures… BUT I wasn’t looking to bad at first! Here is a very happy, anaesthetic filled Demi fresh out of surgery;
I had no pain at all and was starting to wake up properly at this point… I just felt weird because I was completely congested and my voice sounded funny but apart from that I actually felt pretty good. Then, after about 2 hours the bruising started to come out…
My mum went home a few hours later and in that time, I had iced my face a few times and Dr Lahoud came in to check on me and told me that everything went perfectly and he was happy with how it all went, which was good to hear whilst holding gloves filled with ice over my eyes! The nurse came in every 2 hours to check my blood pressure and change my bandage if needed. Then it was dinner time and it was SO GOOD. I even had double pudding because of the princess that I was… Eating was difficult because moving my mouth to chew was a bit uncomfortable but more than that, my top lip was so swollen that I couldn’t move it anyway! It was a very restless night because breathing wasn’t easy and I was waking up every 5 minutes for water because my mouth was literally the sahara. The nurse was also coming in every 2 hours through the night and I just ended up watching a lot of family guy! At 4am the inevitable packing removal took place and I was nervous for this part. I was convinced that it was going to really hurt, but at 4am on no sleep I was past caring. It was nowhere near as bad as I thought it was going to be and it didn’t actually hurt, it just felt like a weird, uncomfortable pressure that was over in seconds. I was able to breathe a tiny bit through my nose after that which was nice but that luxury soon ended! That morning I tried to eat some breakfast but the swelling made it quiet difficult. This was the bruising situation after breakfast;
My dad came to pick me up that morning and as soon as I was given the all clear, we set off home with my bandage supplies in hand. From when I got home to when I went to get my cast off, I just relaxed all week in bed or on the sofa. I was in no pain at all and didn’t have to take a single pain killer which was amazing! I watched the rest of gossip girl and drank a lot of tea and thats pretty much it! Below are my day 3, 4 and 5 post op bruising;
So as you can see, the bruising got pretty bad and my face got very swollen haha. It all escalated very quickly but it also went down super fast all thanks to arnica tablets and cream!
One week had passed before I knew it and it was finally the day of the big reveal. Getting on the train and tubes with a cast on and black eyes was possibly the most awkward thing ever. I just had to look down at the floor the whole time and hide behind my dad when we were walking to transform through Oxford Street. I honestly wanted to cry, I basically ran there! I wasn’t really nervous at this point, I just wanted the cast off because it was driving me crazy! The most annoying thing was having an itch under the cast and not being able to get to it… but it was finally time to see my new nose and I was beyond excited. Having the actual cast off was a little uncomfortable but wasn’t really painful. It just felt like a lot of pressure. Then it was time to take the stitches out my septum and let me tell you… Ive never experienced pain like it. My eyes were STREAMING but it didn’t last long so I survived haha. But for real, I never want to experience that again, it was like being stung by a wasp in your septum (sorry). When that drama was over, I was handed a mirror and I saw myself for the first time. I stared in silence for a few seconds because I was so stunned by how different I looked. It took me a while to adjust to my new face after knowing my old face for the past 20 years. It was a very surreal time for me but I was so happy already, despite being so swollen and still bruised. When the shock wore off, I obviously needed to take my first swollen selfie to send to the girls and Jack;
As you can see, it was reallyyyyyy swollen at this point but every day after that the welling went down and it looked more and more how I imagined each day. Im going to end this post with a before and after photo. This photo signifies so much for me and means more than I could ever explain. Im already over the moon with my results and I still have healing to do! Thank you so much to Transform for changing my life and thankyou to everyone who helped, supported and looked after me along the way!