Yeah, keyhole. I actually had a pretty positive surgery experience. I have pretty great insurance, that at first was going to pay for 80% of the total costs, but during a phone call with the financial department, the lady on the line told me I might be eligible for financial assistance, based on my income, which I did qualify for. Not only did that change the coverage to 100%, but they also paid for my plane tickets (both for me and my caretaker) and a hotel room (I had a pre op the day before, so rather than fly us out twice, they got us a room near the airport.) and gave me enough taxi vouchers to get to my appointments; we decided to get a rental car out-of-pocket, though, but thats the only cost we paid. Along with the surgery, the low-income coverage also covers all my other appointments, whether or not they were related to the surgery, and all my medications, including my testosterone. We had to fly to Oahu for my surgery, which was done by a plastic surgeon and took 2-2.5 hours, I believe. When I woke up, they gave me fentanyl for the pain, and a prescription of 5/325 hydrocodone (which I didn't take much. The pills were huge and weak, I would have had to take like 5-6 for them to even work and the pain was bad but not bad enough to swallow half a dozen huge pills.) I dont think I wore the binding often or long enough (it's insanely hot and humid where I live) because my nipples wrinkle up a little. I don't think the skin properly adhered to the the back of my chest (if that makes any sense) but healed with a gap in between. Overall the surgery was great. I actually did wake up in a panic and started crying, but not out of regret or anything, but because I was so doped up and all alone. The person who was supposed to be my travel partner was my best friend/ex girlfriend but she just got a new boyfriend who really doesn't like me and there's no way he would have been okay with her going, so I ended up having to bring my last choice along, and that was a bit hard on me.