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Disclaimer: These are strictly my opinions and in know way mean to deter anyone from pursuing VSG. I was sleeved on October 18, 2011. In addition to my new stomach, I've got new realizations about things and would like to share... This sleeve thing is MAJOR surgery. I knew that when I was going in, but you dont fully understand the magnitude and seriousness of it until you wake up with that pain in your gutt. I was not mentally prepared for this surgery. Yes, I had the psych eval. Yes, I researched every possible thing I could think of to make sure I was prepared. I read posts from people who were newly sleeved and complained of pains and troubles during their recovery, but I definitely lived in that "That wont happen to me" world. I figured those people had to be doing something wrong to cause them so much grief. Boy did I get a wake up call after my surgery. Getting sleeved removed 85% of my stomach. My desire to eat for no reason in massive quantities is still very strong. I wish I could sleeve that part of my brain. I havent stopped wanting to have some steak and fried chicken since my surgery. If only they made lobster flavored ice pops, I might find some of my desire to eat real food quelled. "Sharting" is no joke. Dont take your gas for granted, it may be more than just air in that bubble. You will question your decision to get sleeved. You will feel trapped when you realize that there is no turning back. Unlike conventional diets where you can cheat just a little and get back on track; if you try and cheat with a new sleeve, you could kill your self. There are an awful lot of food commercials on tv. No wonder our country suffers so much from obesity. While in the hospital most of the commercials I saw were about food, cars, and Kim Kardashian's wedding. Learning to read my new stomach is still kinda hard even after 6 days in. It gets frustrating, and at times it makes me angry. My old stomach would growl, I'd overfeed it, and all would be well. This new stomach is so picky...sometimes what I think is a small sip will piss new stomach off, and new stomach will give me the worst spasm ever. New stomach dont take no s***. Coughing, sneezing, and laughing are tools of the devil. Boy do they hurt like hell. I thought my couple of days in the hospital would be good for me because I'd be able to get some rest. WRONG! I didnt get more than 4 consecutive hours of sleep at a time because there's always an injection that you need to get, or some kind of medication, or a doctor needs to see your incision sites, or the nurse needs to check your vitals, or they need to deliver your nasty fluids for you to try and ingest, or someone needs to clean your room, or they want you to walk, or you gotta go to the lab and drink that nasty stuff so they can check for leaks, or you gotta go pee, or someone wants to offer you communion, or your roommate's family comes to visit and is loud and smells like cigarette smoke and cabbage and stays until visiting hours are practically over in addition to that hospital bed being hard to get totally comfortable in. I cant stop thinkin about food and what the first real spoonful of food I'm going to have is. Someone asked me if I would do this again. I havent had any weight loss yet, so I'm not totally sure. I'll have to revisit this post and answer once I see the difference in a couple of months. I just hope this pain and discomfort and food craziness in my brain is all worth it. I think my biggest problem is that Im throwing a tantrum because i havent had real food in over 2 weeks. I know restriction is the only way i will lose weight, but I really resent not being able to do what I want to do - be in control of what I want to eat and when. For now my sleeve is calling the shots, and that's a harder pill to swallow than the Prilosec the doc prescribed for me.

I am scheduled to be at the hospital at 3:30 am and surgery is supposed to start at 5:30am. I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Yesterdayy I went for a 1 hour full body massage and today I got my eyebrows arched and had an indulgent pedicure. When I'm feeling better (after surgery) I'll go to get a manicure. Maybe I'll manage to put on some lipstick in the hospital. I've always thought I was cute so I try to keep my looks up, but I'm gonna have to 86 my old phrase (cute in the face, thick in the waist) and think up a new one. Decisions, decisions. :aureola: