Hey everyone! I’d like to start this post with a huge thank you to everyone who left me a comment on MWOP, asked about me, left me comments/messages, sent me texts, and sent me a little something on FB. As you all know (because all I did was bitch about it), I was dealing with awful anxiety issues before surgery; once it was over I turned into an emotional blob of jello, and all of your lovely messages/comments/etc. made me cry. I would also like to apologize up front for any spelling or grammar mistakes that may be contained in this post; I am on a helluva lot of Dilaudid.
Let’s back this story up to Monday, shall we? I woke up Monday morning weighing 286.5: I lost exactly seven pounds on my pre-op diet. At 1:00 pm, I drank an entire bottle of (cherry flavored) Magnesium Citrate. The bottle said it would work anywhere between thirty minutes and eight hours. Are you fucking kidding me? What kind of window is that? With me, however, the magic number was 45 minutes. We headed up to Phoenix after Footlong got out of school; my very, very dear friend Deena volunteered to watch the boys overnight so J could go to the hospital with me for surgery. As a token of gratitude I took Deena out for a pedicure; I got my toenails painted red, and she got her nails painted a dark teal. During the pedicure I couldn’t look at the bubbling water in the tub thing because I was afraid I would shit my pants, someone would catch it on video, and that fucker would go viral on YouTube with millions of hits. I made it through the pedicure without any accidents. I’m a big girl!
We said goodbye to the boys (I managed to choke back my tears) about 7:00 or so and headed to our hotel room. We watched TV and chilled for a couple of hours, I took a shower with my special pre-op soap, and then I collapsed into a diarrhea induced mini-coma.
I really don’t remember much about the next morning. I know we were at the hospital at 6:30am to check-in; I was taken back to the pre-op area, got weighed, and put on a gown. I had an IV started in each arm. That is pretty much all I remember. The drug that they gave me to chill me out before surgery causes retrograde amnesia, so I have spotty memories of that morning. I don’t even remember going into the OR. I don’t remember waking up in the recovery room, but I do know they kept giving me pain medicine. I thought the pain would be worse than it was, but it was tolerable.
The rest of the stay went like clockwork. I walked, drank water, ate jello, used my incentive spirometer, etc. The surgeon decreed that all of his gastric bypass patients must be out of the bed and in the recliner from 6:00 am until midnight. I sat in the chair and watched TV. I napped in the chair. I walked miles and miles around the nurses station.
I was discharged Thursday about lunch time and got home to Tucson around 3:00 pm. I slept half the ride home. And no, I wasn’t driving. It was so good to see my babies again, but it really pained me to not be allowed to pick up 6-inch. He’d walk over to me on his chubby little legs, open his arms, and look up at me. It broke my heart.
I’m doing ok since getting home. I am bloated in the belly from the CO2 gas they used during surgery; I am slowly getting rid of it. Clear liquids and protein shakes are going down just fine. My pain is still there, but it’s better. My belly is bruised all over, and I have tape burns all over my belly and arms.
They told us pre-op that we would come home heavier than we were before surgery due to the IV fluids we would receive. I came home Thursday at 288. I was 288 yesterday. Today I am 284.5.
I can’t believe that it’s over. I jumped through hoops for six months for this surgery. I had anxiety and panic attacks when thinking about anesthesia. I feel like I was building up to something big, and now that it’s all over it’s surreal. I’m off to drink a protein shake and some Crystal Light now. I’ll post pictures with my next post.