Kathi_S
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Had my surgery Wednesday morning (RNY). It went very well, surgery took less time than expected.
I did have brief episode of presurgical wonderlust, either that or I was so nervous I was hallucinating. When I got up to take my shower at 4 am my weight was 199.8 lbs.
I was in hospital for 2 nights. I came home yesterday afternoon but was worn out and pretty much just wanted to catch up on water and get some rest.
Post surgery they sent me
the wrong food tray, which I pointed out to them (thank goodness I was prepared). When I called the nurse, she knew immediately and took it away, and called for the correct tray. By the time that arrived, I had just enough time to slowly consume my broth, when the P. A. came in to check on me.
Unfortunately for me, it was bad timing, because I had just said "excuse me, I'm gonna burp.... either that or I'm gonna throw up, I don't know which one yet". I was kinda joking, kinda not. It was a deep burp, hadn't quite made its way up yet, but I didn't feel nauseous or anything, but immediately I was put back on ice chips.
They advanced me from assisted walking to independent walking early the day after surgery, so early everyone kepy asking me where I thought I was going! (It didn't help that I brought my sneakers and put them on for every trip out of bed)
My surgeon removed my drain that afternoon, and OMG! What a difference drain (or lack thereof) makes! Prior to the removal of the drain, my pain was all on the side of the drain, and at times was pretty bad. Out came the drain, so did the pain!
My surgeon put my back on clear liquids, and I received a tray immediately. I tolerated everything just fine. Unfortunately they forgot to send me my dinner tray. I started asking about it at 6 pm, but between shift changes, an emergency and busy night, my meal never made it to me. I got more than a little emotional over this. It wasn't that I was hungry, it was that I needed to prove that I could eat.
The next morning I burst out into tears when the doctor was considering keeping me an extra day. I literally cried out "but I've been walking two laps of the wing on my own"!
He decided to try me on full liquids. He saw that I was motivated and wanted to give me chance.
I got tired of walking the halls in my hospital gown and pretty much insisted on putting on my own short and tye dye t-shirt (with the understanding that I was not necessarily being discharged, but everyone knew that I was) while I waited for my upgraded food tray.
I felt human again, sitting in a chair, taking some tiny spoonfuls of a tiny cup of cream of chicken soup (which would have looked ridiculous to me before, but now looked a but overwhelming. It was delicious. I took everything very, very slow. Just sat there listening to the an audio book taking a tiny spoonful at a time, and I kid you not, sometimes dowsing off between bites, but I was in heaven. Until I realized I still had 3 other tiny containers to eat before they brought my lunch tray.
I didn't panic, I just decided that the decaf coffee they sent had no nutritional value and did not need to be consumed, on to the yogurt. I don't like Greek yogurt, well I didn't think I did. But this stuff was sooooo good. Tiny bites, slow and steady, oops I fell asleep again.
I eventually made it through my breakfast tray, minus decaf coffee, and got the news I'd be discharged by 4 pm, just about the time when my lunch tray arrived.
So anyway, you folks forgot to change the locks when I left because it was easy Peasy getting back in! I'm glad to be back!
I did have brief episode of presurgical wonderlust, either that or I was so nervous I was hallucinating. When I got up to take my shower at 4 am my weight was 199.8 lbs.
I was in hospital for 2 nights. I came home yesterday afternoon but was worn out and pretty much just wanted to catch up on water and get some rest.
Post surgery they sent me
the wrong food tray, which I pointed out to them (thank goodness I was prepared). When I called the nurse, she knew immediately and took it away, and called for the correct tray. By the time that arrived, I had just enough time to slowly consume my broth, when the P. A. came in to check on me.
Unfortunately for me, it was bad timing, because I had just said "excuse me, I'm gonna burp.... either that or I'm gonna throw up, I don't know which one yet". I was kinda joking, kinda not. It was a deep burp, hadn't quite made its way up yet, but I didn't feel nauseous or anything, but immediately I was put back on ice chips.
They advanced me from assisted walking to independent walking early the day after surgery, so early everyone kepy asking me where I thought I was going! (It didn't help that I brought my sneakers and put them on for every trip out of bed)
My surgeon removed my drain that afternoon, and OMG! What a difference drain (or lack thereof) makes! Prior to the removal of the drain, my pain was all on the side of the drain, and at times was pretty bad. Out came the drain, so did the pain!
My surgeon put my back on clear liquids, and I received a tray immediately. I tolerated everything just fine. Unfortunately they forgot to send me my dinner tray. I started asking about it at 6 pm, but between shift changes, an emergency and busy night, my meal never made it to me. I got more than a little emotional over this. It wasn't that I was hungry, it was that I needed to prove that I could eat.
The next morning I burst out into tears when the doctor was considering keeping me an extra day. I literally cried out "but I've been walking two laps of the wing on my own"!
He decided to try me on full liquids. He saw that I was motivated and wanted to give me chance.
I got tired of walking the halls in my hospital gown and pretty much insisted on putting on my own short and tye dye t-shirt (with the understanding that I was not necessarily being discharged, but everyone knew that I was) while I waited for my upgraded food tray.
I felt human again, sitting in a chair, taking some tiny spoonfuls of a tiny cup of cream of chicken soup (which would have looked ridiculous to me before, but now looked a but overwhelming. It was delicious. I took everything very, very slow. Just sat there listening to the an audio book taking a tiny spoonful at a time, and I kid you not, sometimes dowsing off between bites, but I was in heaven. Until I realized I still had 3 other tiny containers to eat before they brought my lunch tray.
I didn't panic, I just decided that the decaf coffee they sent had no nutritional value and did not need to be consumed, on to the yogurt. I don't like Greek yogurt, well I didn't think I did. But this stuff was sooooo good. Tiny bites, slow and steady, oops I fell asleep again.
I eventually made it through my breakfast tray, minus decaf coffee, and got the news I'd be discharged by 4 pm, just about the time when my lunch tray arrived.
So anyway, you folks forgot to change the locks when I left because it was easy Peasy getting back in! I'm glad to be back!
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