I woke up today and was feeling alright. My mother had to go to an appt so I was alone. I really wanted to take a shower but she told me to wait until she got back. Do you think I did? Nope! Let me tell you, it was torturous.. I was so weak but I made it out alive.
We went to Mary's today and hung out with my hilarious little twin nephews. We forgot my meds so by the end I was dying. Now I am back at my mothers fully medicated and ready for bed.
Night world
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
On My Way to MN
So the last few days have been interested. Monday night I was having alot of pain in my tummy. I thought it was because I had been up all day with Dr appts and that my tummy was just tired. Ya I was wrong. I went to bed early and then around 1am I called my mom downstairs b/c I knew that I would need help getting out of bed. I tried sitting up and OMG!!! It was the worst pain I had ever felt! I shot back down in the bed and cried. I could not move and totally freaked out. What was I going to do? Pee in the bed? Was I ever going to get back up again? I decided just to take my pain meds and go back to sleep. I woke up again at 5 am and I was determined to get up. I rubbed my tummy for a little while and finally got up. I think what it was, was gas. I had to burp as soon as I made it up. I have been feeling better ever sense.
So my mom got her dates wrong and actually is going home today so last night I had her bring me back to my house. I bawled my eyes out! I cried when she left, so much so that Peter had to come home from work an hour early. I got to take my first shower last night too! Peter had to help me with my back, it was so weird to have water on my back, you have no idea.
I slept like crap last night. My bed is so uncomfortable when you can't move around. Peter tried to help me but it just wasn't the same without my mom. So when I woke up this morning, he gave me my medication and breakfast. Besides the bloody nose, all was good. And then the emotions hit again. I started crying about my mom and asked him to lay next to me. Then he had a great idea, why don't I go back with my mom on the bus? That way she can take care of me and then right before it's time for work, I can go home. So here I am, on the bus. I occasionally have to walk around but otherwise its worth it. I just got back from the gas station and the lady at the counter, said "wow you're moving kinda slow there". I said " I just had gastric bypass", she said " and your still moving slow?" Ya lady, why don't you have someone make 6 incisions in your belly and be put on a liquid diet and tell me how fast you move! Some people don't know when to stop talking.
Have a nice night :)
So my mom got her dates wrong and actually is going home today so last night I had her bring me back to my house. I bawled my eyes out! I cried when she left, so much so that Peter had to come home from work an hour early. I got to take my first shower last night too! Peter had to help me with my back, it was so weird to have water on my back, you have no idea.
I slept like crap last night. My bed is so uncomfortable when you can't move around. Peter tried to help me but it just wasn't the same without my mom. So when I woke up this morning, he gave me my medication and breakfast. Besides the bloody nose, all was good. And then the emotions hit again. I started crying about my mom and asked him to lay next to me. Then he had a great idea, why don't I go back with my mom on the bus? That way she can take care of me and then right before it's time for work, I can go home. So here I am, on the bus. I occasionally have to walk around but otherwise its worth it. I just got back from the gas station and the lady at the counter, said "wow you're moving kinda slow there". I said " I just had gastric bypass", she said " and your still moving slow?" Ya lady, why don't you have someone make 6 incisions in your belly and be put on a liquid diet and tell me how fast you move! Some people don't know when to stop talking.
Have a nice night :)
Monday, September 27, 2010
On 9/21/10 I had Roux-en Y Gastric Bypass surgery. My whole life has started to change. Let me summarize the beforehand.
I started my journey to skinny girl back in May of 2010. The seminar was very informative and I couldn't wait to get the appointments started. I went through, the blood work, the sleep apnea test and the AWESOME low/no carb diet. The diet was the hardest part of the whole thing. I love fried food and it was hard to stop eating it. I still crave crinkle cut french fries with nacho cheese. Bad I know! My boyfriend and I would go to the bar every Wednesday and have a few beers and I would eay some fries. Most people are able to lose alot of weight beforehand but I only lost 6 lbs total. They kept threatening me with the fact that they may or may not be able to do the surgery if my liver was too fatty. So I was not excited for my surgery b/c in my mindset it was not going to happen.
Day of surgery I started to get nervous finally. I went early at 6am to prep for the surgery, get the IV put in a wait. I normally do not have problems with IV's but this nurse had no idea what she was doing. She tried twice with no success. Finally an anesthesiologist had to come in and numb my hand and got it in on the first try, mind you I was crying by this point. The IV was very itchy so I could not sit still. I walked around, went the bathroom a few times and then the nurse came in and told me that they were ahead of schedule so my surgery would be on time at 9am. 2 of the surg tech girls came back to get me with warm blankets. I teared up and said goodbye to my mother and was on my way. They brought me to the scary operating room that was very cold(warm blankets) and told me to get on the table.... which by the way was the size of a bench, even a skinny person would be scared of it. I got on and then the hot anestesiologist came in to get me ready. For some reason I have always wanted them to tell me to count backwards... Well he said " I am going to give you something to relax you".. ya that's when I woke up. The first thing I asked was, did they do the surgery? Knowing that it happened made me so happy dispite the pain I felt. I was so high on morphine, it didnt matter what they told me.
I made it to my room. I was the first patient to ever be in that room b/c they just finished the new wing of that floor. My nurses were really nice from what I can remember.. The first day is really blurry and I can't remember too much but I remember hating the first time they made me get up. I kept saying sorry everytime because I was having so much trouble. Apparently my blood sugar was low so I got to have my fingers pricked and received insulin shots the whole time I was there. I am so thankful that I do not have diabetes b/c I am a baby! My boyfriend came to visit me late that night after he finished work and he said I told him to leave :( I don't even remember saying that.
Day 2 was a little bit better. I had a swallow study that morning and it went well so I was allowed to drink water! I didn't have to use the sponges anymore. My co workers came to visit me and brought scratch offs so my niece and did them well into the evening. I eventually was able to walk down the hall with no help and I felt that I was making progress.
Day 3: The Dr must've felt the same way b/c he let me go home. My original plan was to have my mother stay with me at my place but when I got there, it felt way to small. So I asked my sister if i could stay at her and my mom could take care of me there.
So far it has been great! My mother comes up every 4 hours with my medication and helps me with everything. I don't know what I would do with out her! I had my post op appt today and they took the drainage tube out so I can finally take a shower. I sorta took one today and I think I pushed my self too hard and pulled a muscle in my stomach. I hope this pain goes away soon. I will be writing in the this blog daily. I hope it can helps others!
I started my journey to skinny girl back in May of 2010. The seminar was very informative and I couldn't wait to get the appointments started. I went through, the blood work, the sleep apnea test and the AWESOME low/no carb diet. The diet was the hardest part of the whole thing. I love fried food and it was hard to stop eating it. I still crave crinkle cut french fries with nacho cheese. Bad I know! My boyfriend and I would go to the bar every Wednesday and have a few beers and I would eay some fries. Most people are able to lose alot of weight beforehand but I only lost 6 lbs total. They kept threatening me with the fact that they may or may not be able to do the surgery if my liver was too fatty. So I was not excited for my surgery b/c in my mindset it was not going to happen.
Day of surgery I started to get nervous finally. I went early at 6am to prep for the surgery, get the IV put in a wait. I normally do not have problems with IV's but this nurse had no idea what she was doing. She tried twice with no success. Finally an anesthesiologist had to come in and numb my hand and got it in on the first try, mind you I was crying by this point. The IV was very itchy so I could not sit still. I walked around, went the bathroom a few times and then the nurse came in and told me that they were ahead of schedule so my surgery would be on time at 9am. 2 of the surg tech girls came back to get me with warm blankets. I teared up and said goodbye to my mother and was on my way. They brought me to the scary operating room that was very cold(warm blankets) and told me to get on the table.... which by the way was the size of a bench, even a skinny person would be scared of it. I got on and then the hot anestesiologist came in to get me ready. For some reason I have always wanted them to tell me to count backwards... Well he said " I am going to give you something to relax you".. ya that's when I woke up. The first thing I asked was, did they do the surgery? Knowing that it happened made me so happy dispite the pain I felt. I was so high on morphine, it didnt matter what they told me.
I made it to my room. I was the first patient to ever be in that room b/c they just finished the new wing of that floor. My nurses were really nice from what I can remember.. The first day is really blurry and I can't remember too much but I remember hating the first time they made me get up. I kept saying sorry everytime because I was having so much trouble. Apparently my blood sugar was low so I got to have my fingers pricked and received insulin shots the whole time I was there. I am so thankful that I do not have diabetes b/c I am a baby! My boyfriend came to visit me late that night after he finished work and he said I told him to leave :( I don't even remember saying that.
Day 2 was a little bit better. I had a swallow study that morning and it went well so I was allowed to drink water! I didn't have to use the sponges anymore. My co workers came to visit me and brought scratch offs so my niece and did them well into the evening. I eventually was able to walk down the hall with no help and I felt that I was making progress.
Day 3: The Dr must've felt the same way b/c he let me go home. My original plan was to have my mother stay with me at my place but when I got there, it felt way to small. So I asked my sister if i could stay at her and my mom could take care of me there.
So far it has been great! My mother comes up every 4 hours with my medication and helps me with everything. I don't know what I would do with out her! I had my post op appt today and they took the drainage tube out so I can finally take a shower. I sorta took one today and I think I pushed my self too hard and pulled a muscle in my stomach. I hope this pain goes away soon. I will be writing in the this blog daily. I hope it can helps others!
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