As the title says, I was sleeved! My name is Geoff and I'm 32 and 353lbs at 6'2. I'm a tractor trailer driver who lives in Newfoundland, Eastern Canada.
10 years ago I was involved in a car accident that changed my life forever, for the worst. I went from being a very confident, healthy, in shape gym rat who worked as a Automotive Mechanic, to an injured person. The accident wasn't a big one, but it didn't take much for my back to have problems and eventually ending my mechanic career. I've gained so much weight, battled so much health wise, and fought through injuries over those 10 years. My father passed at 41, massive heart attack, and I'm currently in far worse shape than he was when he passed. Mentally, I wasn't ready, I couldn't get that determination and dedication to keep the weight off, I've yo-yo'd so many times, and ballooned in weight and fell into darkness, creating a path for my own self destruction..... until now.
I was recommended by my family doctor to see a bariatric nurse and see if I could be a good candidate for our local Bariatric Weight loss Program. Funding would be covered by our public medical care plan, if I wasn't going to be covered, I was convinced I was going to mexico, I was being drastic, and losing hope, convinced that death before my fathers age of 41 was imminent.
Luckily... having as many problems that I had, I was put on a waiting list for surgery but I had to do my share and participate in the program. I went to meetings, a webinar, meetings for diabetics ( I was borderline ) and some blood tests. I also had a 1 week trial liquid diet, the nurses wanted to see that I was serious about it and could do it. Well i did...
I was waiting for a few years... no calls, just waiting until one day I get a call that it was time to meet the surgeon and sign my surgery papers. My wife and I were so excited, we were even more excited that the surgeon said from that appointment it would be 3-6 months!! I was in disbelief and took it with a grain of salt, public health care isn't exactly speedy but it was costing me nothing, so i waited... and waited.
5 months went by without a word, I had myself believing that maybe in the New Year, maybe they were backed up, there was alot of people waiting, but I decided to call to see if I was right and to get an estimate of time to prepare... because until that point I didn't think it was going to happen this year at all... and I was ok with that, I'll wait...
So when I did call the Bariatric team with the infamous " Where am I on the list"? I was floored when the girl said, we were going to call you this Monday.. that day was Friday. Go figure. I had been given two weeks notice... too short for some.. but I was ready, mentally.. let's do this now before the government cuts back funding.
Well i went into panic mode, so much to do, getting things done and preparing for what can be a 6-8 week recovery. According to my nurse. I left work on a thursday being my last day and was sleeved Monday Nov 9th/15 8:00am. The first one in.
I went on for pre-op that Friday past and all was well, I was healthy enough for surgery, no problems, just waited patiently for a few days. I wasn't scared or nervous, unlike my wife, I was calm and ready, clearly focussed and eager to get done.
Surgery day
I was at the hospital at 6:30 am... was hooked up to IV around 8.. and in the operating room at 9ish.. I had excellent nurses and staff that helped me, very professional and comforting. I had nothing to fear. When I woke up I was in alot of pain... not from the surgery itself, but my back. Being on that table and I guess being in an awkward position caused alot of pain afterwards, I had to keep rolling side to side on the stretcher/bed and eventually the nurse gave me two Percocet. Never did a thing. I have a high tolerance to medications.
After a few hours of total pain and discomfort my bed was finally ready in my room, I asked for a private one, I never got it lol. I was in a room with 3 other men, one man had the exact same surgery I had, he was next to me. One was a cancer survivor, another had a gastro problem. These men made things alot easier to deal with the pain from my back and surgery. I was given two morphine shots, one at 7pm, another at 2am. This was for my back alone, it didn't help much, I didn't sleep all night and made many trips up and down the hallway, IV stand in tow lol.
But now for the positive, I was released the next day at 4pm. I was having no trouble drinking 15ml of water, then 30ml, 60ml, 120ml, then some yogurt and milk. Nothing came back up, I felt pretty good, and I was discharged. The poor man next to me that had the same procedure was really sick from the anesthetic, vomiting, hiccups, he wanted to die, I never had a chance to say good-bye. He was asleep, finally, I didn't want to wake him, he needed rest.
So here I am now, 1 week post op. 14lbs lighter and drinking and having full liquids for 4 weeks. I've been on full liquids for two weeks already but I am not going to rush my recovery. Whatever my bariatric nurse/coordinator says, I'm going to do. I'll get back to solid foods eventually.
Thanks for reading, if you did.
Geoff
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