I had the first surgery of the day, so I was up early. Aaron was here at 5:30am to take care of Lydia and Russell took me pretty much straight from work to the hospital. (My poor hubby has had maybe 90 minutes of sleep today.) Once I was at the hospital, they took my vitals. My blood glucose was high--as it usually is in the morning--187. But then, that's why I'm having the surgery to try to resolve or at lease relieve that problem. My heartbeat was 76, my oxygen 96 and my blood pressure 107 over 57. So I was doing well. I got my ugly green socks on and the IV tube in my hand and off they wheeled me to surgery. I was awake as I entered the operating room. The gentleman who wheeled me down told me he's had gastric bypass 2 years ago and had lost 270 lbs and that his wife had LAP band a year ago and had lost over 70lbs and he reassured me it was the best decisions the both of them had ever made--besides choosing each other. It was great to hear that...it's hard to explain all the conflicting emotions you feel---but everyone was so kind and so positive. It made it so much easier. Once I was in the operating room they moved me from the vroom vroom bed (they let me make car sounds the whole way to the emergency room---it keeps me amused! and into the very tiny operating bed. Once I was adjusted they started giving my oxygen and they laughed as I said I'd always wanted to wear an oxygen mask. (Not as cool as I thought it would be...it's smelly plastic smell.) Next thing I knew I was in recovery. I barely remember recovery...lots of you're okays and you did greats and lots of me asking if it was over and where was my husband. Then suddenly I was in a new room and Russell was asking me if I wanted water. I did...and it hurt. My stomach looked and felt bloated. I had 5 incisions. One 3 inches in length and 4 1 inch in length. I was asked to go pee and on the way I saw my doctor--who asked me how I was. I replied with the very lucid "I like your tye-dye hat." Oh yeah...I was "with it".-NOT. No peeing...so no leaving for me. I had to drink more and take more IV fluids and that's when the nausia hit big time. After a second attempt peeing (to no avail) they sent me home. But first they Xrayed me to make sure the band was in place and positioned well. On the way home I felt more and more sick and I was almost to the bathroom when I finally lost it and threwup. Feeling a lot better, I slept. Since my nap I've tried to have broth and thrown up again. I'm just now starting to keep water down...but I dare not try anything more. I'm tired, sore and thirsty...but sofar so good. My hopes are high. Thank you to everyone for the words of encouragment, the prayers, good karma, flowers, and for feeding my hubby and daughter while I'm down. I am blessed to have each and everyone of you in my life! (And the official pre-op surgery loss was 10.3 lbs!!---So I am well on my way!)
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