HarryE

I had my sleeve on the 9th. To be honest, I spent the first day or so seriously reconsidering my decision. Did I really need to do this? Couldn't I have just dieted a bit more? Maybe exercise wasn't so difficult after all...and now I have this new diet to follow for life...why did I do this? I heard from a bunch of folks about how easy it would be, little pain, ect. Then I tried moving from the bed to chair the first day and saw stars...I suddenly wanted to punch a bunch of folks... Then I got up and started moving. I saw myself in the mirror, and remembered why I did it. I've already tanked multiple diets. I was tired all the time, so exercise was hard, and while I was doing it, I wasn't seeing the massive changes I needed for reinforcement. The new diet, hasn't been horrible and two weeks in, I'm already to the puree diet with semi real food. Sure the quantities are way small, but they are filling. For me, my recovery hasn't been gradual, but significant in stages. The first day, moving to the chair was hard, then standing was hard and a few hours later I was walking the halls. I was home by the second day, and each day was a major step forward. I used the pain meds for the first day, but being hypersensitive to taste, the liquid Tylenol with codeine I was prescribed tasted something like cough syrup mixed with battery acid, and I couldn't stand taking it. So, no more meds. I was more concerned about the nausea then the soreness. By the third day, I was up and around regularly, if a little gingerly getting in and out of bed, standing and sitting, and so on. I wanted to go back to work by day five, but due to a scheduling snafu had to take a full week off. Another week and the staples were out and I felt like a new man. I was hating those things by the end, and couldn't have been happier to have em out. The only way is forward into the brave healthy new life we've started.