This surgery coupled with diverticulitis has been pure hell for me. I've mentioned before that I spent the first 5 days of the new year in the hospital (2 in icu). I also had two shorter visits for continued dehydration and ketonuria. As if that wasn't enough, on January 30th I had an appointment with a new doctor. He took one look at me, said "Holy shit!", and promptly admitted me back into the hospital for another 5 day stay. I've had countless blood tests, barium swallow study that then took 3 days of intense laxatives (suppositories, enemas, and mag citrate) to remove from my system, multiple CTs, full anesthesia for a colonoscopy and EGD done simultaneously, and who knows what else. I've been diagnosed with diverticulitis, esophagitis, gastritis, dehydration, ketonuria, lazy colon, severe reflux, and those are just the things I remeber. Before being discharged, my GI, general surgeon, and bariatric surgeon all came to the conclusion that I am one of the few that just have had an awful reaction to this surgery. No one could have known beforehand that I would have this sort of reaction to the surgery. I don't blame anyone, but I damn sure know that if I could go back and do it all over that I wouldn't in a million years. What a total nightmare this has been! I can't eat at all as it comes right back up. I have done better with keeping my fluids down. I managed to keep 16 oz of water in yesterday. Score one for me! I have lost all of my muscle. To add insult to injury, when I tried to get out of bed to go pee, my muscles wouldn't hold me. Now I have a nice big bruised goose egg on my leg to remind me just how pitiful I have become.
I truly am thrilled for all of you that are having amazing success with your surgery, and am immensely jealous that I am not one of the ones that was able to sail through it without regret. Curses to my body for being such an ass to me. 20150204_202239.jpg
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