Nene01
FINALLY!!
Mar 16, 2012
Hello World!. . .Well I am finally home from the hospital and glad to be back home. I had surgery on March 9th and let me tell ya. What a crazy train ride that was. OMG. Ok so for all of you "preparing" to go into surgery let me tell you. There is NOT enough prep in the world. I wish I could tell you that my experience was full of sunshine, rainbows and waggy puppy dog tails but I can't . There was a little bit more reality going on in my world over the last 6 days and it kinda sucked. OH sure everything is ok now. NOW. So ya wanna hear the story? ok hear you shall.
Day Before Surgery: I drove 2 hours to the airport to pick up my stick thin mother, who has been extremely supportive of this whole endeavor. Hugs, kisses, funny stories and then she decides she's hungry and we stop at "Five Guys" burgers. OK lets all hear the collective "OOOOHHH NOOOOO"
HOWEVER, 3 days of clear liquids will not be destroyed by the smell of a deliciously juicy double stack burger and fresh roasted peanuts. I stayed strong my friends
YES I DID. . whoot whoot! I sipped my water in silence and it just kept my thoughts focused on my driving. Nevermind that I almost hit three cars in the parking lot. We made it out and home safe. YAY. Family had chinese food for dinner and I sipped the broth from the Won Ton soup. All is good.
Day of Surgery:
Pre-op was fabulous. Thanks to my 3 day liquid diet I was well hydrated and an easy stick for the IV nurse. Mom was by my side the whole time and just when I started to get nervouse they slipped me the Micky. Thats right friends XANAX!. It did the trick and I was calm enough to get wheeled down to surgery and meet my team. The last thing I remember is my Anesthesiologist's big face
blurring to nothing in front of mine. Then I woke up. Oddly, it was like a scene in one of those health drama's we watch all the time. I remember saying "Uh I'm nauseated" But everyone was just smiling at me telling me that I just got out of surgery and blah blah blah. ..
I WAS in alot of pain (But it's forgetable)
I WAS Very Nauseated
and I WAS VERY drugged up (So thankfully its all just a distasteful memory)
. . . Then the puking started.
Through a series of events the hole to my new pouch swelled shut. I couldn't tolerate any pills, liquid, hell folks I couldn't even tolerate air moving through my pouch at that point. Everything I put down my throat bounced around like a trampoline, made me sick, and eventually I vomitted back up.
Thanks to my wonderful Surgeons they figured this out very quickly and made me NPO with an order to keep the anti nausea meds coming. Zofran, and Phenergan were my best friends over the course of the next 5 days. On the 5 day it was like that story in the bible where the clouds parted, the glorius beams of sunshine shone down on the earth and I . . was . .able. . . to . . . SWALLOW!!!!
CAN YOU SAY HALLELLUJAH!!!
After that it was a walk in the park. LOL.
I am home now. I'm drinking like a fish, I have lost 7 lb's and I'm farting like crazy. But that's ok. For once everyone else can be uncomfortable.
I just wanted to share my experience with all of you. For those of you going into surgery, just know that it may get bad. It may get real bad, BUT it is only temporary. There is relief coming. You just need to hang on, stay focused, and be present. Good LUCK!
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Day Before Surgery: I drove 2 hours to the airport to pick up my stick thin mother, who has been extremely supportive of this whole endeavor. Hugs, kisses, funny stories and then she decides she's hungry and we stop at "Five Guys" burgers. OK lets all hear the collective "OOOOHHH NOOOOO"
HOWEVER, 3 days of clear liquids will not be destroyed by the smell of a deliciously juicy double stack burger and fresh roasted peanuts. I stayed strong my friends
YES I DID. . whoot whoot! I sipped my water in silence and it just kept my thoughts focused on my driving. Nevermind that I almost hit three cars in the parking lot. We made it out and home safe. YAY. Family had chinese food for dinner and I sipped the broth from the Won Ton soup. All is good. Day of Surgery:
Pre-op was fabulous. Thanks to my 3 day liquid diet I was well hydrated and an easy stick for the IV nurse. Mom was by my side the whole time and just when I started to get nervouse they slipped me the Micky. Thats right friends XANAX!. It did the trick and I was calm enough to get wheeled down to surgery and meet my team. The last thing I remember is my Anesthesiologist's big face
blurring to nothing in front of mine. Then I woke up. Oddly, it was like a scene in one of those health drama's we watch all the time. I remember saying "Uh I'm nauseated" But everyone was just smiling at me telling me that I just got out of surgery and blah blah blah. .. I WAS in alot of pain (But it's forgetable)
I WAS Very Nauseated
and I WAS VERY drugged up (So thankfully its all just a distasteful memory)
. . . Then the puking started.
Through a series of events the hole to my new pouch swelled shut. I couldn't tolerate any pills, liquid, hell folks I couldn't even tolerate air moving through my pouch at that point. Everything I put down my throat bounced around like a trampoline, made me sick, and eventually I vomitted back up.
Thanks to my wonderful Surgeons they figured this out very quickly and made me NPO with an order to keep the anti nausea meds coming. Zofran, and Phenergan were my best friends over the course of the next 5 days. On the 5 day it was like that story in the bible where the clouds parted, the glorius beams of sunshine shone down on the earth and I . . was . .able. . . to . . . SWALLOW!!!!
CAN YOU SAY HALLELLUJAH!!!
After that it was a walk in the park. LOL.
I am home now. I'm drinking like a fish, I have lost 7 lb's and I'm farting like crazy. But that's ok. For once everyone else can be uncomfortable.
I just wanted to share my experience with all of you. For those of you going into surgery, just know that it may get bad. It may get real bad, BUT it is only temporary. There is relief coming. You just need to hang on, stay focused, and be present. Good LUCK!
My Addiction.
Feb 15, 2012
Hi Everyone,
It's late. I should be in bed. But I'm not. I'm freaking out a bit and need to tire myself out so that I can stop thinking and fall asleep. Did anyone else feel this way prior to surgery? My surgery is scheduled for March 9 and I think I would be happy to put myself in a xanax haze until just after. I have so many questions, and so many worries. Truthfully, my new life is just around the corner and I can't wait to meet it. I've been spending my days, and nights, daydreaming about what i'm going to look like after this surgery is done. If I will be the same person. Whose going to treat me differently. Whether i'm going to fall into the same traps of overeating and binge eating. Part of me thinks that just because I'm so worried about it is proof that I won't, but the other part of me knows better. Food has become my enemy. I truely didn't realize how hard it is to give up. I feel like a fucking heroin addict or something. I looked at a slice of breakfast pizza today when I was buying my chewing gum and I felt this switch go off in my head. You know that switch that says "Nia you need to buy me and eat me as fast as you possibly can" I resisted. But I left that convenience store feeling empty. Almost like i left a piece of me behind. I know that sounds obsurd but it's the God's honest truth. I know I need help. The funny thing is people praise you if you were an alcoholic who is sober for x amount of days. Perfect strangers clap for you if you have been clean from meth, heroin, or crack for so many minutes of your sobriety. When you tell people you are a food addict they look at you like you're a weak disgusting pig. Crack jokes about not "shoveling" it in. And insinuate that it is Just so easy to push yourself away from the table. Well guess what asshole. I rarely eat at the table! I eat where and when no one can see me. But I digress. Only now in my 37 years do I realize just how difficult it really is to turn food away. So far in 8 days I have lost 4lbs. I'm proud of myself for that small victory. Because the loss is not about pounds. Its about conquering my addiction for that period of time.
God Bless us. . Everyone. . . -Tiny Tim.
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It's late. I should be in bed. But I'm not. I'm freaking out a bit and need to tire myself out so that I can stop thinking and fall asleep. Did anyone else feel this way prior to surgery? My surgery is scheduled for March 9 and I think I would be happy to put myself in a xanax haze until just after. I have so many questions, and so many worries. Truthfully, my new life is just around the corner and I can't wait to meet it. I've been spending my days, and nights, daydreaming about what i'm going to look like after this surgery is done. If I will be the same person. Whose going to treat me differently. Whether i'm going to fall into the same traps of overeating and binge eating. Part of me thinks that just because I'm so worried about it is proof that I won't, but the other part of me knows better. Food has become my enemy. I truely didn't realize how hard it is to give up. I feel like a fucking heroin addict or something. I looked at a slice of breakfast pizza today when I was buying my chewing gum and I felt this switch go off in my head. You know that switch that says "Nia you need to buy me and eat me as fast as you possibly can" I resisted. But I left that convenience store feeling empty. Almost like i left a piece of me behind. I know that sounds obsurd but it's the God's honest truth. I know I need help. The funny thing is people praise you if you were an alcoholic who is sober for x amount of days. Perfect strangers clap for you if you have been clean from meth, heroin, or crack for so many minutes of your sobriety. When you tell people you are a food addict they look at you like you're a weak disgusting pig. Crack jokes about not "shoveling" it in. And insinuate that it is Just so easy to push yourself away from the table. Well guess what asshole. I rarely eat at the table! I eat where and when no one can see me. But I digress. Only now in my 37 years do I realize just how difficult it really is to turn food away. So far in 8 days I have lost 4lbs. I'm proud of myself for that small victory. Because the loss is not about pounds. Its about conquering my addiction for that period of time.
God Bless us. . Everyone. . . -Tiny Tim.
