Now that Arissa has talked about her experience, it is time for me to share mine as well! For those who have missed out on the previous posts, you can track our updates via this tag – we will be writing about our progress frequently, so do check back often!
Dealing with the the technicalities first, much of my pre-surgery guidelines were identical to Arissa’s – I was to fast for 8 hours prior to the surgery which was a breeze given that my operation was scheduled for 9AM. All I had to do was to be mindful not to drink any water before bed and after waking up. I refrained from putting on any makeup and removed my nail polish the night before. Do not worry if you forget, however – the nail salon inside Banobagi can deal with that easily. With the overnight stay at the hospital in mind, I packed accordingly – I had comfortable clothing, an extra set of underwear, as well as my computer. I knew that I would be wearing the hospital gown for most of the stay, but I wanted something easy to slip into when I get discharged.
I had a final consultation with my surgeon, Dr. Oh, right before the surgery. This was particularly important because I had so many questions as a result of endlessly fretting about the procedure the night before. I conveyed to Dr. Oh my expectations, and he patiently listened to me and explained to me what he felt needed to be done. I was afraid that I would lose all definition in my cheekbones due to the zygomaplasty and I wanted a sharper, more V-shaped face with a slightly more prominent chin. Dr. Oh assured me that there is still going to be definition in my face with the added benefit of a narrower jawline, and I went out of the consultation feeling relieved that we shared similar views. My jitters were also put to rest because I had a better idea of what to expect during the surgery – rather than wondering endlessly and feeling apprehensive about what was going to be done to my face, it was oddly calming to know the exact procedures. For me, the fear of the unknown far outweighs my fear of surgery itself.
I changed into the hospital gown and my belongings were placed together in a duffle bag provided by the clinic. After waiting for a few minutes in a comfortable reception area, I was taken to the floor where the operating theatres were situated. Even though it was rather early in the morning, I remembered that the floor was bustling with activities and I was immediately whisked off into one of the rooms. Through Claire, our consultation/translator, the nurses explained that an IV was going to be inserted into my wrist and I would be instructed to breathe through a mask. The last thing I remembered was a strange, tingling sensation on my face before I fell unconscious.
I took this picture whilst waiting in the reception. I wanted one last honest picture of myself so as to form a basis of comparison when everything has healed!
Also, it is quite funny to juxtapose it against these pictures, taken around 30 minutes after I was woken up from my six-hour long procedure.
Much of my memories from this moment remains foggy (attributed more towards the effects of anaesthesia rather than the failures of my own memory, I’d like to think). Oddly, the only sensation that stood out to me was not pain as I had previously anticipated, but rather a deep sense of weariness. I felt like I have undergone the most strenuous journey in my life without actually being conscious during it. Coming off the anaesthesia was the most uncomfortable part in this segment of the journey – breathing was laboured as my mouth was obstructed and my sinuses were clogged with surgical fluid, and the remnants of the anaesthetic gas burned the back of my throat. This was simultaneously accompanied by a throbbing headache that made it even harder to focus on anything. No water was allowed for the first hour which was not exactly what my parched throat wanted to hear, but at the same time I did not even think that drinking was possible. The surgical drain inserted into my cheeks blocked most of the oral cavity and I was unable to move my jaw. My tongue felt swollen and sluggish and my mouth was filled with the taste of old blood. When I felt slightly more functional, I sent the following picture to my parents:
The drains were inserted into my lower jaw through my cheeks to drain internal bleeding, I presume. Nurses came around twice to empty the pouch during the night. I had to change the ice pack on my face every couple of hours. The process involved a slow shuffle to the refrigerator, at which point I took the opportunity to observe the other overnight patients. Many were similarly bandaged up and none of us really managed to sleep for anything longer than half an hour at a snatch. Time really crawls by under all these discomforts, but I managed to pass most of it drifting in and out of sleep and talking to my friends and family over facebook. Skyping was out of the question unfortunately since I was unable to speak at all. All communications to the staff had to be conveyed with vague noises and gestures, which is funny in retrospect but sort of a pain at that time. I thought back to my secondary school days when my class watched a film on Helen Keller – rather than empathize with the rather touching story, the lot of us budding sociopaths proceeded to mock her inability to communicate by grunting and slamming our fists down on tables for an entire week. I briefly questioned whether this is how karma comes full circle.
Anyway, the time came for us to be discharged and for the nurses to remove the drains. I did not know what I expected (and truth be told, did not even think very much about it), but I don’t think anything would have quite prepared me for this step. Let me preface this by stating that I do not think I have a low pain tolerance – I had all my wisdom teeth removed surgically simultaneously, have had 15 stitches sewn on my big toe when I nearly severed it, and degloved part of my knee amongst other injuries that were part and parcel of a very active childhood. When the nurse failed to notice that she had not removed one of the stitches cleanly and ripped the drains out (along with bits of my flesh) however, it was the first time in my adult life that I felt tears coming as a direct result of the pain. It all passed rather quickly even though the memory of this still makes me squirm slightly.
We were sent back to our lodgings with a course of antibiotics, ice packs, antiseptic mouthwash, as well as hydrogen peroxide to clean our stitches with. Claire kindly accompanied us to collect our medication and walked us back to our rooms, where we would remain for the next few days as we slowly regained strength. On the first day, I thought my swelling couldn’t get any worse. But the swelling only ballooned more on the second and third day and my face became so comical that my pictures sent my mum into fits of laughter. I will be posting these pictures on the next post, so do check back! x
Read more about our experience here:
Sorry for the lack of updates but this post took longer than I thought.
First off, I’d like to thank everyone for your support. I had people who followed me on Instagram ask about my experiences and I was really happy to be able to provide information and insight about my experience with Banobagi.
This post is about my recovery process in the first two weeks!
We bet you are as excited as we are about the Alexander Wang x H&M collection. Here are pictures of the full collection and prices for the Singapore store to get you started on your shopping list and budgeting. You’re welcome.
Alexander Wang x H&M Women’s Lookbook
Alexander Wang x H&M Womenswear
Alexander Wang x H&M Men’s Lookbook
Alexander Wang x H&M Menswear
Alexander Wang x H&M Objects
The Alexander Wang x H&M Collection launches on 6th November 2014.
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It’s great to be back in the groove of blogging after a long time and even better when I get to wear stuff that I just bought. Nothing like the smell of new bags! *sniffs*
Also, new hair colour! I’ve been stuck with relatively normal colours for a while now and having a little colour back in my hair was a welcoming change. My stylist, Peter from Hairloom decided to give me a turquoise mixed in with a lovely silver and blue-black which will fade into a lighter colour.
I didn’t discover the awesomeness of dressy track pants until I was in Korea. I needed something to hide my bruises and was easy to slip on so this pair made of cotton drill (instead of jersey or terry cloth) was the perfect choice for me. Having pockets on womenswear is really hard to come by too so I wouldn’t pass up the chance to have a place to put my hands. #thestruggleisreal
I’ve been wanting a Prisma Marion bag from Alexander Wang for a long time but there were just too many hardware colours and materials to choose from; I finally settled on the Alexander Wang Prisma Marion Neoprene Bag which is mostly made of fabric and has black leather corners. Being the klutz that I am, I scratched my bag the first day I brought it out. Does anyone have any ideas or tips on removing those scratches? I’d love to hear them!
Look who uncovered another set of photos from Paris? In case I missed out mentioning it, I was there in June for a vacation and our tiny and cosy Parisian apartment had a really nice window. Who would deny a photo op with them?
Dawn and I enjoyed a really chill afternoon playing with make-up and I picked the OCC Liptar in “Vintage”. It looks a lot darker in the tube and just a tiny dollop was needed for a smooth, consistent shade.
I’m also really smitten with lipsticks these days thanks to Dawn and my latest obsessions are the Audacious Lipsticks from NARS, and Beauty Tint Tok from Korean brand Holika Holika for some pretty gradient lips.
What are your favourite lip products and shades? I’d love to expand my collection so please share them with me!
Shop NARS Audacious Lipsticks below: