So today is my 3 week surgiversary. I have lost 22 pounds and have gone down one jean size so far. I am still eating soups and yogurts because of the tight feeling I get when I try to eat anything thicker. I have really started to want a glass of wine. Just to relax some nights. But Im scared. Everything I read says 3 months or more.
Socially it has been weird too. Some people ask why Im not drinking alcohol anymore or at a meeting when lunch is served, I have to make excuses. One friend always declares how bad something tastes in my presence as to make me feel better about not being able to eat whatever she's eating. So there has been lots to get used to but at night when I get home and I see how nicely my cheek bones are becoming defined, I don't care about the excuses or the giant chocolate chip cookie I wasn't able to enjoy.
I had my surgery in Monterrey, Mexico. I live (because of work) in Mexico City. I will be going home (to Chicago) in a week to see my family for the first time since the surgery. I know they are going to look me up and down for changes. Hopefully, they can see them right away. I fear hearing...you look the same.
Anyway, these are just my random thoughts I have been having. Stuff I don't bother telling my friends because the novelty of my surgery and it's little issues has worn off for them.
Happy holidays all!!
I am one week and one day out from surgery. I came home with my drain still in place. Today my Dr. told me the drain can come out on Monday. Thank goodness!!! Hiding this tube and drain has been a royal pain. Still tired though but right now I am taking one blessing at time.
I had my surgery 4 days ago in Monterrey, Mexico. Dr. Miguel Zapata performed the surgery. Everything seemed to go as planned except that I have turned out to be a bleeder. I bled more than usual and was told to take my drain home with me for a few extra days. I had to have a transfusion while still in the hospital. Sounds creepy and serious but it wasn't. So now I home and back to work. I have my drain hidden under a baggy dress and a scarf. I am still draining anywhere between 10 and 25ccs of blood three times a day. I would really like for this to be over. Argh. In other news, I am still having sharp pains when I swallow. I once attributed this to the Co2, should I still?
I am so anxious to get on with healing. I am trying to be my body's cheerleader but she isn't responding!!
Has anyone else had these problems?
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I am writing from my hospital bed. My surgery was 24 hours ago. It has already been quite a journey and nothing has really even happened yet. I woke from surgery groggy, of course. Slipped in and out of sleep. Eventually I was taken to my room and left alone to recover. When I did wake up fully I remember thinking a few things...wow, the pain! and I have made a decision that I will never be able to reverse. Through the night the nurses would come and check on me. Taking my temperature and blood pressure. The pain, I finally realized, was not the incisions but the co2 trying to escape my body. That pain has slowly gone away but every so often I get a sharp sliver through my chest. None of it has been unbearable and all of it, I trust, will be worth it.
In and out of sleep.
Little walks down the hall.
Answering phone calls and text messages.
Blood pressure and temperature check ups.
Lots of trips to the bathroom.
One leak test.
That's my 24 hours in a nutshell.
Kelly
It has been many weeks since I decided to have WLS. However, it is only recently that I have decided to share this information with friends and family. The news has elicited some very unusual responses from people. My brother screamed at me. He refused to believe this surgery would help me lose weight. He told me I just need to stop eating crap. My best friend admitted she was envious of me. Another friend insisted I didn't need the surgery and that she would never do it. She then commented that our vacations to all-inclusive resorts would now be over.
I wished in these times that I never told anyone of my plans. The people who I know support me live many miles away and I don't get to speak to them often. My mother understands. My cousin understands. My best friend understands. I live in another country right now so communication with them is limited. I also believe the topic gets boring for everyone else but me.
I don't know who I will be after the surgery. So much of my time is spent enjoying life through food and drink. I now will have to redefine my life, my interests, and how handle myself in those situations. In many ways, I am looking forward to these changes. But I worry too. I don't want people to resent me or feel awkward around me.
10 days until surgery