I have decided to start a blog, i know so many have gone down this journey.. but looks like it helps so, Why not??

So before i start i am going to be ultimately super honest about this whole process!! lets see what comes of this.

Abit of knowledge about me i am 22 years old, young maybe but i had struggled with weight for a while, done every diet under the blue moon and was over it, you loose abit you gain a huge chunk back.

My Decision to have gastric banding was easy, i put on a tone of weight recently and said ' I cannot look like this ANYMORE!!!' so went to my doctor, got a referal and called in the Oclinic, saw my doctor and BANG i booked a day to do it!! however before hand i ofcourse did look into medical websites and decided this was the right thing to do. 4950$ with private insurance.

So i was booked in on the 25th August 2010. 2 weeks before i had seen the doctor, and i also got to be a 'STAR' patient, meaning i allowed students/doctors to watch the surgery through camera. I was excited and bubbly to start this journey.

Pre- Surgery

I went on an Optifast diet, i didnt mind the general food, most people complain about the shakes but their not bad, and i loved the soup!! However its not as easy as it sounds... oooohh do you get hungry... my stomach was growling like hell... my moods all crazy!!! i wanted to kill anyone with a decent meal, my poor family!! I did eat salads and made myself a yummy vege soup so i successfully pulled through!! and this is a great achievement.

The Day of the Surgery

Suprisingly i did not loose any sleep over this, i didnt think about it i just do it. Thats how i am, when i have something to do i just do it, dont think do.

My day started with uni, yeah you would think i would take the day off, but seeing as my surgery was at 5pm i wasnt going to bore myself.

I met up with my dad in North Sydney and caught a bus down to the Mater, when we got there went through admissions then followed to my own PRIVATE room!! yes was superb and it was at the very end so noone would keep walking past my room gauking at me, pure privacy, not to mention own ensuite was really clean and modern. So i would wait there till the nurse would come in, straight away i would kick my dad out of the room everytime shed come in, just in case of some girly business or generally the fact i didnt want him to see my WEIGHT and tummy lol.. She just kept checking up and informing me of whats going on. I put on my lill hospital tunic my embyroic(i think thats it) socks and waited whilst watching deal or no deal.

The time had come a nurse came in and said i was going to get wheeled off to surgery, was fun to be honest 5 star treatment, they wheel you all the way to the theatre, i had an awkward grin on my face my dad thought i was insane, but i came there for a reason and i wasnt going to be sad about it. I did start to get shaky when i had to say bye to my dad, abit of nerves, and when im nerves i smile bigger, i think my dad looked alot more upset then me.

I said my goodbyes i got wheeled to the room before the theatre room and met one of the surgeons and the anastisiologist, omgosh she was hilarious, she calmed me down so much i didnt feel like i was going into surgery, i was trying to ignore the fact that she was sticking me with needles.

After that i got wheeled into the theatre, and as a star patient i saw alot of people from the tv, that will be watching my surgery!! which is no worries.

Then you transfer onto the operating table, and then Breath in and out... and Off you go into a deep blank...

Wake up... arrrgghh.. i dont feel so good.. others say its all good but i wasnt swell, then the nurse in recovery gave me more anti nausea thingys and pain relief. Then after a while got dragged back to my room where my dad was patiently waiting.... i think he was abit shocked to see his little daughter with an oxygen mask and needles and laying almost unconcious in her bed. but i put on a big smile for him. And continued to ramble on to him like a lunatic, then my Dr. came in and told me what a beautiful healthy liver i have!! woohoo any compliment will do. Then he gave me an iceblock, boy was i happy to have an iceblock, no complaints from the family from piggin out on them lol. Then my dad left and i fell straight away to sleep as you get so groggy. Which is excellent... then woke up again called the nurse to pee!! and then back to sleep i kept getting my pressure, oxygen checked and gotten stabbed in the thigh for pain relief. And i did my mini walks to decrease the chances of blood clotting. One thing ill mention boy its hard to stand up from that bed ur stomach is in pain when you bend or move too much. The best position is the fowler position apparently, cant do any other way anyway.

Then in the morning woke up nice and early and awaited my dad's return, they decided to let me out since i was doing so well... and i was excited about that , but boy did i want to stay there later on, due to not getting injected with super nice drugs!! So 10am came, and my partner of 1.5 years and my dad came to get me, the face on my bf saddened me he felt such pitty... but i tried to explain im not that bad, i guess its hard to see anyone you love in hospital yet alone after surgery. He was such a sweetie, he packed my bags and helped me up and walk. Went to pharmacy for dige-sic then off to home i went.