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I went out today; first time in a long time. I put on the baggiest clothes I have, rolled my pants under my belly and walked. It took me almost an hour to go 2 blocks but I did. I bit my lower lip as my stitches threatened to burst, stopping on occasion to lean against a lamp post. And for all my effort, everything was going good. Right towards the end, my pain started to really kick up. At times I would feel like crying. My boyfriend, who was with me, was good... until the end when he insisted that I "just do it" and stop being a "baby." Aside from fighting the urge to tell him to "f--k off" I told him that this was my pain and I wasn't about to rush for him or for anybody else. I took my time, pain and all. I'm happy though I went out because since I came home, I've had only minimal pain. I feel better than I have in days. I plan on going out tomorrow again. See if I can get better. BF's being a pain in my arse.

Good Luck! I wish you the best and pray that your surgery is a success. Hang in there. Wednesday wil be here before you know it!

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)

I'm getting really excited. My day is coming up on Tuesday. I'm so anxious it seems to be taking forever! I already took my before pics but, as much as I meant to be them online, I just can't. I was soooo disgusted with the way I look that I can't bring myself to post them. I took them wearing a tank top (which I never wear!) and a pair of spandex shorts (only for working out) with the intention of being able to show everyone just exactly how I look. But, I can't even bring myself to look at those pictures again. At least, not for now. It made me feel atrocious. :lol0: I made sure to take all my body measurements from my neck all the way down to my ankles. I plan on remeasuring myself again in about 3 months. I figure it'll be a great way of knowing just how much my body is changing and improving. So, until then, the next time I'll be writing will be on th day of surgery. Bye! :thumbup:

Thank you for your response. I'm hoping to gain a lil knowledge while I go through this transition and your response helped. I wish you good luck and hope to read soon that you've acheived this one particular goal. Thank you.

My mom was the one who actually put me on to having this surgery after she had the lapand done. I chose to tell my immediate family because, they are after all, my support system. My friends and acquaintances haven't a clue what's going on because I simply don't want to hear their opinions. Everyone always has one whether it matters or not. Best thing in your situation is to trust your instincts and trust only the ones that you know will support you and be a good friend. Good luck!

Congrats! Wishing you a speedy recovery over here in NYC. Take care of yourself. I hope to updates in the future.

:lol0: Woohoo! 5 days away. I'm so excited. I'm not even scared. The only thing I'm NOT looking forward to is that cold operating room. It's so cold in there, it could be used as a meat freezer. I've already started to think about the things I'm going to be needing for my hospital stay. I don't want to take alot with me but I also don't want to underestimate what I might possibly need. Something always gets left behind... Til next time! :thumbup:

Aw man, wish it were me, too. But congrats on those 18s. Don't get used to them!

Congratulations on your first month. It's good to know that you're feeling great. Keep on losing!

Good luck! I hope everything's going great for you. Enjoy the moment!

So, here it is. I must've been insane on Sunday when I decided to go with my boyfriend to Lake Welch. One week left of having to endure this diet and my butt decides to go to out to a park where everyone is grilling meat from the moment they get there (at 8AM!) What. was. I. thinking. This diet has made me lose my marbles. I'm done for. All I could do was sit there and not only smell, but see all this food being grilled and eaten. Ketchup on burgers, bbq on chicken... I was droolin the entire time. I finally had to get up, get my stuff and go to the beach so I wouldn't be tempted to knock somebody upside the head and steal their burger. The worst part is I had to stay there ALL DAY until his family was ready to leave (almost 7pm!). Needless to say, I've banned myself from any outings until I can actually eat something no matter how small it is. I think the lack of food has depleted my brain cells or something. I'm not thinking right anymore. But on a positive note, I saw the anesthesiologist on Monday and I'm good to go. :thumbup: My surgery is going to be on August 17 @ 10am. I went food shopping today and bought everything I need for the post-op. All that's left for me to do is keep waiting. (sighs) Yay me :lol0:!