When I first woke up after the surgery, I was in the hospital bed already in the bariatric unit. My family was no where to be found. Luckily the Nurses were so nice because all I wanted was my mommy or daddy. The nurses asked if I was in pain (from 1 being the least to 10 being the most pain). Duh a 12. I had staples in me in all different locations, I had an IV in me and two different substances going into me: 1- vitamins/electrolytes then 2: this stuff to help with the nausea. then I was getting shots in my stomach and thighs every 4 to 6 hours....All I could think of was when is the pain meds coming??? They gave me shitty liquid low dose lortab which does nothing for me. They said that was all they could give me because other pain meds could lead to heart stopping or lungs stopping. I thought that was bullshit. They had me sleeping at a 60 degree incline so If I had to puke I wouldn't die like Jimi Hendrix by choking on it. Ice chips for two days and I had to walk around the bariatric floor. I was pretty active walking around the first day after surgery because I didn't want blood clots and a lil exercise couldn't hurt plus the nurse made me. I never want to be that size ever again. Do you know how many jobs I lost due to appearance??? And If I could prove it was due to my weight or my acne or my space between my two front teeth, I could actually have a case.
Then when the food came around they had me on a normal diet rather than a gastric sleeve diet. . . then the normal diet was changed and they put me on a by-pass diet not the same thing as a gastric sleeve diet but close.
The hospital food was a bouillon cube dropped in water, and some other crap which I didn't want to eat or drink because it was disgusting. so I ate my ice chips the whole time while I was there. At least try to make the liquids taste appealing for goodness sakes. This went on for 3 days....but before i could be released on the 3rd day, I had to do another upper GI test = nasty unless you like the thickness of cum tasting like chalk and some crappy flavor. I got over it quickly.
I made an appointment to see the doctor that performed my surgery to ask him what to do. One doctor was telling me I could take my meds that I was previously on the others were telling me they had to be crushed.I was so confused.
They give you all this info but when the post-op time comes they don't know what to tell you (i.e. how you are going to feel, what you are going to feel, such as, sharp shooting pains form the inside that once was your stomach's spot. After I was able to walk kinda normally I made an appointment. Considering how much it cost, I owned these doctors/nurses for the money I paid and I will annoy the crap out of them with questions and concerns, whenever I want to, etc.
When I was released, It got to the point where I was so pissed off for having this F'n Surgery that I went to the Doctor who performed the surgery and asked them to give me my stomach back and I wanted a reversal of the surgery. Everybody was eating normal foods in my house and in my face and telling me how good it was but I couldn't have any. I was drinking liquids..mmmmmmm chicken broth again...mmmmm vegetable broth again mmmmm (sarcasm)... Instead of beating the shit out of all of them and getting arrested, I went for a two hour walk at night around dinner time against doctor's orders. I looked like an escapee from a old person's facility hobbling in my neighbor hood.
I was so angry at my parents for talking and coercing me into getting this surgery. Yes it was beneficial to my health but now that the surgery i over they stock the foods they want and I don't have anything int he fridge that helps with my diet.....
I wanted to eat something normal so bad that I went to a local restaurant and ordered what ever the fuck I wanted...BIG MISTAKE!!!! I Went home in pain and curled up in a fetus position and wanted to die. I didn't scarf down the whole plate but my stomach wasn't healed enough to be eating those types of foods, such as broccoli rapa and chicken skinless, boneless breast grilled. I'm don't crave sweets unless I'm on my ma'i .
I am a food addict. I needed to understand that I turned to food for everything when I stopped using bad things that would help with my appetite control. Having my mom around is great but she cooks the best meals and it is hard for me to stay in the house when she cooks.
Now I am in a better place after they took my staples out and now I can sleep on my stomach and side positions. I am also in a better place mentally due to the fact that I can now workout, Polynesian dance which is spiritual and makes you fell pretty at any size, and I can do crunches etc.
It was all my mind-set and I wasn't positive and that's because I'm a product of my environment. My household was always abusive and negative even when there were positive influences in my life they could only do so much before the negativity drove them away.
So Now I am keeping it positive and trying to beat the negative influences in my life and trying for one day at a time and am careful of what I put in my body.
I apologized to the Doctors/nurses that did my surgery for my attitude. They said no problem we love you for your honesty and we are here to help 24/7. So far ...so good.
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