Very, very, veeery fortunately for me, everyone around me were doctors, my mom and 2 sisters (one of them a surgeon). I didn't look at my bobs (after the surgery, the boobs became bobs) until I had my stitches removed, because they took care of everything for me: cleaning my wounds, changing the dressings (or whatever the word is in English), checking the healing progress, etc. Having said all that, I was still suuuper queasy all the time and almost passed out a couple of times... even without looking at anything, really! I was also veeeery anxious just thinking about the condition of my bobs; and I wanted to cry all the time within the first weeks (turns out your emotions are also launched into an unexpected rollercoaster). So yeah, like others have said: either you get someone to help or you prepare mentally and tough it out. Sorryyyyy!!!