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Breast Implant Illness (BII) - Surgery Day (07/24/23)

Breast Implant Illness (BII);

After enduring years of disappointments, failed trials, and an increasing number of troubling signs and symptoms, I stumbled upon a revelation: Breast Implant Illness (BII) seemed to explain nearly all of my health issues. Despite my initial dread, I knew I had to go through with the surgery to remove the implants. After extensive research and finding a surgeon I trusted, I finally decided to take the plunge.

Surprisingly, just a day after the surgery, I feel incredible. My mood has transformed from gloomy to optimistic, and many of my chronic ailments, like pain, fatigue, and skin issues, are all vanishing. I'm astonished by the rapidity of my healing process.

I owe a huge debt of gratitude to my wonderful friend, who has been by my side throughout all the struggles, providing unwavering support, a listening ear, and valuable advice. Their presence made a world of difference during the decision-making process and throughout the recovery phase. I’m incredibly lucky to have such a supportive and caring friend in my life.


Surgery Day (07/24/23);

I managed to stay calm and composed, not letting my anxiety about being put under anesthesia overwhelm me. Luckily, one of my very few close friends was there to support me. They not only accompanied me to and from the surgery but also offered to stay with me throughout the process, acting as an extra set of ears and eyes. Their presence meant a lot to me as we share similar values - being realists with good morals, pure hearts, and the ability to see things from different perspectives.

The staff at the surgical center were incredibly friendly and approachable, especially after I lightened the mood by being down to earth and playfully goofing around. Dr. L Scott Ennis let me know that I would be asked what the surgery was about several times. Each time anyone asked, "What are we doing today?" I responded with a cheeky grin, "Ripping my tits out of my pits." This brought smiles to the faces of the surgical team members, creating a upbeat atmosphere.

I'm glad I remembered to inquired about the genre of music they would be playing during surgery. Ennis offered to let me choose, however I insisted they listen to their own preferences since they would be the conscious ones and working on me. It turns out that Ennis and his team favored country and classical rock, I liked that.

Soon, they prepared me for surgery with a small pill cocktail, an IV in my arm, and the standard surgical gown and accessories. They took me to the chilly surgical room (they did warn me, and I foolishly was thinking of how low I keep the A/C at home.. they were not exaggerating, it was like oddly pleasantly sooo cold, lol). Last thing I recall was being restrained to the surgical table (no lies, I instantly had thoughts of how it felt kinky, lmfao) with 'wings' for my arms to access my armpits for the procedure.


Overall, the surgery experience was surprisingly positive, thanks to my supportive friend, kind staff, and a bit of lightheartedness amidst the seriousness of the situation.


Your pure-hearted dysfunctional trash-panda, Kristine Anne Hoffarth

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