Full Record of Cheek Fat Pad Removal Surgery
I've seen many posts on forums where people ask questions about cheek fat pad removal surgery. Although I didn't want to revisit the terrifying scene, there weren't any similar posts on the forum, so I decided to write about my real experience to share with everyone and hopefully help others. I had the surgery around April this year. Since it was a minor surgery, I discussed it with the doctor at the beauty clinic for an afternoon and then booked the surgery for the next day.
When I arrived the next day, there was a girl getting double eyelid surgery, so I waited anxiously for a while. This was my first time on the operating table, and my feelings were extremely complicated. After the girl finished her surgery, during the nurse's disinfection break, I thoroughly cleaned my face and was then taken into the operating room. On the operating table, I felt like a little white mouse waiting to be dissected (maybe that’s exaggerated, but I really felt pitiful and helpless at the time).
Firstly, the doctor disinfected my entire face and mouth with what seemed like iodine alcohol. The smell was so strong that I almost threw up. Then, my face and eyes were covered with cloth, leaving only the mouth exposed. The surgery officially began. First, they anesthetized the right side of my face, and all I could feel was pain. However, the anesthesia worked quickly, and instantly I lost all sensation on the right side of my face. Next, the doctor inserted a piece of gauze into my mouth near the tooth root area and pushed it several times, which was quite dizzying. It was probably used to absorb saliva and blood.
Then, a cool sensation passed over the inner wall of my mouth, and I guessed the cutting had begun. Then I heard the doctor and assistant say they were ready to start separating the tissue to find the fat. For me, the following process can only be described in four words—worse than death. Goodness, this wasn’t surgery; it was more like hard labor. Perhaps because my skin tissue was difficult to separate, the doctor pulled and poked my mouth with some unknown instrument as hard as possible, making me feel completely dizzy. Although it didn’t hurt much, the feeling was absolutely terrible, like being dissected (though not even dissection is this bad). It was super uncomfortable.
Whenever a lump of fat was found, I felt the doctor hook it out with something like a hook, followed by the sound of scissors working clearly (which was extremely jarring). When the right side was done, the left side went through the same procedure. However, the most painful part was at the end when either the doctor hadn't given me enough anesthesia or the effect of the anesthesia had worn off due to the long duration of the surgery. The pain was unbearable, and I strongly requested the doctor to administer more anesthesia multiple times. At first, I thought the anesthesia hurt, but now I realized it was nothing compared to the actual pain. I tightly gripped the nurse's hand, shivering all over, and I still don’t know how I managed to endure it.
The surgery lasted about an hour (later, the doctor said my surgery took longer than usual, which generally takes less than an hour). When the doctor said "OK," I was already on the brink of mental collapse. What shocked me the most was that as soon as I opened my eyes, the doctor proudly showed me the fat he had removed from me, nearly causing me to faint. When I shakily climbed down from the operating table, another blow came—what I saw in the mirror wasn’t myself but a big pig head (my mouth was stuffed with gauze, and my face was extremely swollen). I almost cried.
Afterward, I endured the bitter feelings and got an anti-inflammatory injection, then complained to my mom and the doctor (I’m sure the doctor didn’t understand what I said because I couldn’t pronounce clearly), and then I took a taxi home.
The first three days after the surgery were quite painful, with severe swelling. The worst part was not being able to eat anything. Because I couldn’t open my mouth wide and dared not chew forcefully, I ate with my front teeth, sobbing all the way. The wound itself didn’t hurt much since it was small, about 5 millimeters, and didn’t require stitching. From the fourth day, the swelling started to subside, and eating became no problem. Gradually, I recovered to my previous state, but the real results wouldn’t show until at least a month later. Moreover, there would be some lumps in the mouth, which although not painful or itchy, were difficult to disappear. Mine took a long time to fade.
Now, the meat on my face has obviously disappeared, and there is a slight indentation on my cheeks, which I think looks good, and I'm satisfied. In fact, I also considered facial liposuction, but after extensive inquiries and consultations, I found out it had many side effects and could rebound, so I decided to have this surgery instead. Although the process was indeed thrilling, fortunately, the result was satisfactory, and I don’t regret it much. If it had been under general anesthesia, it would have been better regardless of the danger—I couldn’t handle the stimulation.
That’s my personal experience. (Editor-in-charge: zhuanjia)
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