It's been 4 days since my surgery and I could swear it's been 2 weeks. In my case, though, it's been 2 weeks of pure torture. I've had it so bad that I knowingly forgot the reason I had decided to do it. I can't tell you all how many times I cried into the crook of my boyfriend's neck saying that I shouldn't have done it.

Where do i start? To begin with, my first day at the hospital went as good as could've been expected. I came in around 9:30am, registered and sat in the waiting room to be called so I could get prepped. Once I was called, they had me change, took my vitals and walked me on over to the surgery's waiting room floor. I waited there, on a stretcher, for about 45 minutes before the anesthesiologist came to get me. Once I walked in the operating room, they had me get on the operating table, get comfortable and then proceeded to work my hand looking for that perfect IV spot. It took the technician 2 failed tries before he decided to ask the anesthesiologist for help. Newbies! At least I hope he was... I could feel another person prepping my legs with those air casts.

Once everything seemed to settle in, the anesthesiologist began the "Small talk" (designed to take away from the real purpose and that's that he's putting you to sleep) Since I already knew what he was doing, I went with the flow and before I knew it, I was being wheeled into the recovery room. Wow! But then it hit me. A thousand knivesof pure fire piercing right into my abdomen. Needless to say, I was pumped full of morphine which decreased the intensity of the pain but I certainly didn't forget it was there. When the doctor finally came aorund to my bedside in the recovery room, he had explained to me that he had found the beginnings of a hernia near my belly button and repaired it as well as the operation having been a success. That night, I stayed in the ICU ward as is customary with all new VSG patients. Only a few hours out of surgery and I was already being asked to walk. Wtf?! Damn, they don't wait. I proved my walking skills at 4 am when I was told I had to walk if I wanted to get back in my bed to sleep. At that time, they had let me rest a bit before putting me on a recliner. So.. I walked myself to sleep.

The next few days turned into a constant whirl fo emotions. For 3 straight days, my stomach rumbled for lack of food. The broths and liquids they served were cold and disgusting. Nothing worth even mentioning. But the pain in my stomach wasn't leaving. They stitched my abdomen too tight (in my opinion) because when I get up and walk my abdomen doesn't "hang" the way it should, only my right side does. My left side looks sunken in and any "excess" that should've just fell into place, doesn't. Instead, it hangs over the stitched area like a water balloon. And that is where all my pain is. I told the nurses and doctors about this but they keep telling me it's nothing. My instincts tell me different. I was discharged yesterday and I can still barely walk. When I do walk, which is only to the bathroom, I always have to hold my left side in. And suffice to say, I still can't clean myself. My doting beautiful boyfriend took over my bathroom duties for now and has been taking care of my every need. I'm keepng myself medicated so I won't feel much pain. My first appt is this coming Wednesday and I am absolutely terrified of going simply because it means I have to walk. My boyfriend asked me to wait until then to see what happens. He says I did technically have 2 operations in one and my body is swollen for the most part. Since I can't really disagree with him, I have no choice but to wait.

Only good thing to being home, other than my boyfriend, is that the food choices are not so limited and I can actually have some hot broth. Mmmm. Nothing compares to a nice hot bowl of liquid esp. when your boyfriend is eating steak. :huh0: (Sigh)