GypsyVice
I am one week out today...
Feb 08, 2010
I haven't written at all and maybe because I've been kind of a recluse. So I'm going to do a little recap of my week
Day of surgery I woke up at 4:00 so I could be at the hospital by 6. Around 6:30 I was taken to the preop room and around 8 I was taken to the surgery room. I woke up around 10 and I felt like I could barely breathe. I may have been having a panic attack because I remember I kept telling the lady I felt out of breathe. Around 10:45 they started taking me to my room and on the way they banged me against the elevator and I was NOT happy about that, but I was too out of it to say anything. I was happy to be in my room finally, but I still wasn't able to see my family because they wanted to get me all situated first. I was pretty irritated at this point because they didn't have my pain medication ready so I had to wait when I could have used it. The respitory therapist came in and made me cough and that was possibly one of the worst things ever since it's all in your belly. I kept telling her that I didn't have my pain meds yet and it really hurt, but she said " no , you still have to do it". bitch. hahaha. I was so angry at her!
Anyway, I finally got all rigged up to the machines and everything and at that point I was able to see my family! I was so happy to see them , but then I was out for a couple hours and in that time my sister in law came to visit. Around 2:30 I got up so I could go to the bathroom and slowly, but surely I was able to go by myself. Since I was already up at that point I asked if it'd be okay for me to start walking and they said yes. At this point I didn't feel gassy just slightly sore and tired, but I was trotting along. At this point I was told I was the poster child of surgery which I thought was cute
. I went to lay back down and they kept coming for my pressure,heperin shots and blood tests. I was feeling pretty good at this point all things considered and I barely pushed the morphine button. I walked every 2 hours and I didn't use anything I brought with me to the hospital. 2 of my friends came to visit me that night and we just hung out and talked while I pushed my morphine button! hahaha it was good times and I was really glad they stopped by =). My husband spent the night and we held hands even though it was kind of hard.
The next morning I waited and waited to go for my testing to see if everything was going down fine and I was told it was going to be at 7 or 8. I was way ready to be able to drink something since those little spongecicles didn't quite cut it. I didn't end up going in til around 3 or so. Apparently the liquid I drank was going through slowly, but everything was fine. When I got my food tray I was only able to eat some of the popsicle and ice. I was able to leave around 6:30. The drive home was kind of scary because I was getting sore.
The 3rd was hard because I was very very sore and I had felt so much better at the hospital that I had thought I'd be feeling even better at home. Apparently this is what happens when you havent ever had surgery because everyone says this is normal. hahah Every day that passed I have felt better and better, but I was still frustrated since all I've done is lay around. Yesterday- 6 days after surgery I was feeling more like myself and in a much better mood. I decided to cook dinner for everyone since I've been finding some really awesome recipes. I had a good time making dinner with my husband, but as time went on I got more and more sore. My arms, back and belly were sore so I decided to come upstairs to lay so I wouldn't get more swollen. That was the best thing I could have done then .
Today I am one week out and 29lbs down.. Pretty hilarious since I've been doing nothing but laying here. My wrists, arms, and face look much smaller, but it's hard to tell in my mid-section since I'm still swollen. I'm going to have to take my wedding ring off since I've lost so much weight it's about to fall off. Tomorrow I'm going for my 1 week checkup and hopefully all will go well.
Not once have I regretted this, but many times I've said that I'm ready to be back to normal. I would not have been able to do this without the support of everyone I love, especially my husband. Being impatient & stubborn make for a bad combination when someone is trying to heal. hahaha All in all this has been a wonderful experience, I'm just ready to get back to life.
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Day of surgery I woke up at 4:00 so I could be at the hospital by 6. Around 6:30 I was taken to the preop room and around 8 I was taken to the surgery room. I woke up around 10 and I felt like I could barely breathe. I may have been having a panic attack because I remember I kept telling the lady I felt out of breathe. Around 10:45 they started taking me to my room and on the way they banged me against the elevator and I was NOT happy about that, but I was too out of it to say anything. I was happy to be in my room finally, but I still wasn't able to see my family because they wanted to get me all situated first. I was pretty irritated at this point because they didn't have my pain medication ready so I had to wait when I could have used it. The respitory therapist came in and made me cough and that was possibly one of the worst things ever since it's all in your belly. I kept telling her that I didn't have my pain meds yet and it really hurt, but she said " no , you still have to do it". bitch. hahaha. I was so angry at her!
Anyway, I finally got all rigged up to the machines and everything and at that point I was able to see my family! I was so happy to see them , but then I was out for a couple hours and in that time my sister in law came to visit. Around 2:30 I got up so I could go to the bathroom and slowly, but surely I was able to go by myself. Since I was already up at that point I asked if it'd be okay for me to start walking and they said yes. At this point I didn't feel gassy just slightly sore and tired, but I was trotting along. At this point I was told I was the poster child of surgery which I thought was cute
. I went to lay back down and they kept coming for my pressure,heperin shots and blood tests. I was feeling pretty good at this point all things considered and I barely pushed the morphine button. I walked every 2 hours and I didn't use anything I brought with me to the hospital. 2 of my friends came to visit me that night and we just hung out and talked while I pushed my morphine button! hahaha it was good times and I was really glad they stopped by =). My husband spent the night and we held hands even though it was kind of hard. The next morning I waited and waited to go for my testing to see if everything was going down fine and I was told it was going to be at 7 or 8. I was way ready to be able to drink something since those little spongecicles didn't quite cut it. I didn't end up going in til around 3 or so. Apparently the liquid I drank was going through slowly, but everything was fine. When I got my food tray I was only able to eat some of the popsicle and ice. I was able to leave around 6:30. The drive home was kind of scary because I was getting sore.
The 3rd was hard because I was very very sore and I had felt so much better at the hospital that I had thought I'd be feeling even better at home. Apparently this is what happens when you havent ever had surgery because everyone says this is normal. hahah Every day that passed I have felt better and better, but I was still frustrated since all I've done is lay around. Yesterday- 6 days after surgery I was feeling more like myself and in a much better mood. I decided to cook dinner for everyone since I've been finding some really awesome recipes. I had a good time making dinner with my husband, but as time went on I got more and more sore. My arms, back and belly were sore so I decided to come upstairs to lay so I wouldn't get more swollen. That was the best thing I could have done then .
Today I am one week out and 29lbs down.. Pretty hilarious since I've been doing nothing but laying here. My wrists, arms, and face look much smaller, but it's hard to tell in my mid-section since I'm still swollen. I'm going to have to take my wedding ring off since I've lost so much weight it's about to fall off. Tomorrow I'm going for my 1 week checkup and hopefully all will go well.
Not once have I regretted this, but many times I've said that I'm ready to be back to normal. I would not have been able to do this without the support of everyone I love, especially my husband. Being impatient & stubborn make for a bad combination when someone is trying to heal. hahaha All in all this has been a wonderful experience, I'm just ready to get back to life.
Dates scheduled and I am only 2 weeks away...
Jan 18, 2010
So I really can't believe that here I have been researching for almost 2 years and now I am 2 weeks away from surgery day. All I have left is ekg,egd, labwork and chest x rays on the 22nd and dietician appt/final surgeon appt on the 28th st.
I can't believe that my life, as I know it, is going to completely change in 2 weeks. Funny how many people don't realize how big of a deal this is or all the questions that could be running in your head. Oh.. the lovely what ifs.I feel anxious and excited which I'm sure is normal, but I don't think I've ever experienced feeling these extreme range of emotions this often. I've always seen myself as smaller than my actual size which is funny because that doesn't seem to happen very often. I'm wondering how I'm going to react mentally when I see my smaller body or will it feel more normal?
I'm incredibly lucky for the support that I'm getting from my family & friends. The ones I thought would oppose are turning out to be the most supportive. I can't imagine doing this without a solid support system. Although they don't do or say much just knowing that they're there beside you along this journey is what matters most.
I'm planning on taking pictures of my face every day. I'll be taking my measurments and before pictures pretty soon.
oh man...
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I can't believe that my life, as I know it, is going to completely change in 2 weeks. Funny how many people don't realize how big of a deal this is or all the questions that could be running in your head. Oh.. the lovely what ifs.I feel anxious and excited which I'm sure is normal, but I don't think I've ever experienced feeling these extreme range of emotions this often. I've always seen myself as smaller than my actual size which is funny because that doesn't seem to happen very often. I'm wondering how I'm going to react mentally when I see my smaller body or will it feel more normal?
I'm incredibly lucky for the support that I'm getting from my family & friends. The ones I thought would oppose are turning out to be the most supportive. I can't imagine doing this without a solid support system. Although they don't do or say much just knowing that they're there beside you along this journey is what matters most.
I'm planning on taking pictures of my face every day. I'll be taking my measurments and before pictures pretty soon.
oh man...
So today I turned in my paper work...
Dec 22, 2009
I feel like I'm going through a whirlwind of emotions/thoughts. I've been researching wls(specifically lap band) for over a year
and I've now decided that vsg is the right one for me. My dad is really the reason I started researching it at all, but that's not really as positive as it sounds. He was to the extreme in thinking I had to do it Right away regardless of how ready I was.
I went to my second seminar with my mom and sister last night and I felt like I have learned more on here than I did at either seminar. I guess when I went to the first one I didn't realize how much more information there was out there. I was ready to turn in my paperwork after the seminar was over, but I was told I should take it in first thing tuesday morning. We got to the hospital around 10 and I was so excited to turn in my paperwork. While I was there I was able to get some information about surgery loans so all in all it was a productive little trip.
1.5 years later and I CAN NOT wait to get it done. Yeah, it's scary since I've never had surgery, but what better time to do it than now that I'm only 22. I'm lucky that I have the support of my husband, mom, sister, father and most friends. The unknown is what makes me think, think, think, think, think, and think. I feel like this is pretty much all I can think about and really it's only because I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Soraya
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and I've now decided that vsg is the right one for me. My dad is really the reason I started researching it at all, but that's not really as positive as it sounds. He was to the extreme in thinking I had to do it Right away regardless of how ready I was.
I went to my second seminar with my mom and sister last night and I felt like I have learned more on here than I did at either seminar. I guess when I went to the first one I didn't realize how much more information there was out there. I was ready to turn in my paperwork after the seminar was over, but I was told I should take it in first thing tuesday morning. We got to the hospital around 10 and I was so excited to turn in my paperwork. While I was there I was able to get some information about surgery loans so all in all it was a productive little trip.
1.5 years later and I CAN NOT wait to get it done. Yeah, it's scary since I've never had surgery, but what better time to do it than now that I'm only 22. I'm lucky that I have the support of my husband, mom, sister, father and most friends. The unknown is what makes me think, think, think, think, think, and think. I feel like this is pretty much all I can think about and really it's only because I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Soraya
