Mightykeith
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I went home the next day, almost the same as as Ryan...in at 8am -out at 4pm.
WazzuCoug that is great that you had a private bariatric suite. I think that either my surgeon or hospital must be sadistic or trying to trust my will power after I had the surgery. I slept very little the night after the surgery because the nurses had me up and walking about 2 hours after I moved out of recovery then they had me start to drink small amounts of water. What I view as the cruelty (i am being sarcastic) was the first morning post op. My roommate in the hospital had surgery on his ankle and the nurse came in around 6:30 a.m. and asked him what he wanted for breakfast. He ordered eggs, bacon, orange juice, coffee, yogurt and french toast. The aide then brings in his food and I am sitting in my bed thinking that has to be a cruel joke that someone is playing on me. Then the aide brings me my paltry breakfast of 1/4 cup of cream of wheat and sugar free custard that could fill a thimble.I wouldn't characterize my night and day after surgery at the hospital as grueling at all. I was in a private bariatric "suite" after the surgery, which was a nice comfortable room. I don't know if every hospital does that. There is some post-operative pain, of course, but I was able to get up and walk after the anesthesia wore off. I walked as often as they would let me. They were very attentive to pain control, which was handled well. They will get you started on drinking water and a protein drink. For me, they checked my blood sugar often, which was a little annoying, but not horrible. They may have you breathe into a device to encourage deep breathing occasionally. Compared to a couple of open surgeries I've had for hernias, the post-op at the hospital was a dream.
Yikes! I feel pretty lucky that no one was ordering french toast in the the same room! That was cruel!!WazzuCoug that is great that you had a private bariatric suite. I think that either my surgeon or hospital must be sadistic or trying to trust my will power after I had the surgery. I slept very little the night after the surgery because the nurses had me up and walking about 2 hours after I moved out of recovery then they had me start to drink small amounts of water. What I view as the cruelty (i am being sarcastic) was the first morning post op. My roommate in the hospital had surgery on his ankle and the nurse came in around 6:30 a.m. and asked him what he wanted for breakfast. He ordered eggs, bacon, orange juice, coffee, yogurt and french toast. The aide then brings in his food and I am sitting in my bed thinking that has to be a cruel joke that someone is playing on me. Then the aide brings me my paltry breakfast of 1/4 cup of cream of wheat and sugar free custard that could fill a thimble.