When you arrive, you are guided to a single room, where you and your luggage change clothes,
wash your face , take a before photo, consult with the director once more, and then go to the operating room.
In the operating room, you lie down, shave your nose hair, insert an injection into your arm, do various things for about 5 minutes, and then the director comes and designs the design. Consultation, designing on the face, lying down again and preparing for the rest of the surgery. It felt like it took about 10-15 minutes..?
I decided to take the fat for fat grafting from my thighs, so I wore the disposable panties provided by the hospital, and when preparing for the surgery, they pulled down my pants and sprayed my entire lower body with disinfectant. I felt a little embarrassed, but the people in the operating room saw this every day, so they probably didn't mind, so let's pretend it's okay. I was lying down with my eyes closed while under mind control. They
even sprayed my face with disinfectant and fixed my arms and legs so I couldn't open my eyes? I fell asleep when they said, "If you wait quietly while the tape is being applied, the doctor will come and you will fall asleep for a moment and then wake up." This was my first time receiving sedative anesthesia, so I tried to hold on, but it looks like the anesthetic is finally coming in! I have to hold on.. This is the end of my memories of trying to hold on.
I woke up in the middle of the surgery. From what I remember, there was no pain at all, and I guess he was getting ready for something in the middle, but he wasn't doing anything on his face. And
I was drinking a green grape smoothie. Please eat? I said the same useless words blah blah, then fell asleep, woke up again, said blah blah, then fell asleep again, but when I heard the words, “I’m going to the recovery room,” I opened my eyes and walked on my own feet to the recovery room. When I
woke up less, I was completely unconscious, dizzy, my head hurt, my nose hurt, and I was in a half-asleep state. They say I didn't wake up, but I was fine. I drank a bottle of soju..? It wasn't like I was sober, it was almost like I was sober. In fact, I had no strength in my body, but I was almost fine. As soon as I
got to the recovery room, I grabbed my phone and called my brother right away and told him to come pick me up, and he said he was going up to the first floor, so I said the timing was right and
hung up and immediately called my friend. I boasted (?) that I was smart, changed my clothes, listened to the precautions in the lobby, went to the pharmacy, bought my medicine, paid the bill, and walked to the hotel. My
brother's role was to carry the pharmacy bag and I felt embarrassed that I wasn't walking down the street alone, so I didn't ask him to come pick me up. Even if I had done it, it wouldn't have mattered much.
There was almost no pain that day, and after getting punched in the nose, it was about the same. I should say it felt like my nose was heavy, but it was just that, and
it felt like it was bruised, so it was a bit uncomfortable.
When I arrived, I ate porridge, took medicine, and I saw somewhere that it was better to sleep as little as possible on the day of the surgery, so it was around 4-5 in the morning. Sleeping
was extremely uncomfortable. The sleeping position itself was good, but my mouth was so dry that I instinctively tried to breathe through my nose and failed(?). I woke up every time I felt like it, and I woke up every 30 minutes to drink water while putting a humidifier on my face. I recommend sleeping
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