welp, just got home, what a looooong trip. i am so glad to be home.
me and mom stayed an extra day just in case there were any problems, in fact, that idea was more geared towards her. her being older, much more overweight and diabetic i was worried about her having problems. welp, of course SHE BREEZES right thru it. it's like she didn't even have surgery. no pain, no gas, no soreness, no hunger, restriction right away....and here i am, younger, lightweight no health problems and there i was on the other bed dry heaving with unbelievable nausea, sooo sore, STARVING, gas to DIE for. in fact, i'm still suffering with the gas!! ughhhhhh! seriously, not to be over dramatic here, but i think i had all the complaints that are usually spoken of. the nausea and dry heaving were so excessive that i was worried that i might of already made my band slip. i called dr.martinez's cell phone from the hotel cos i was so sore, miserable and worried. he agreed to go ahead and do a barium swallow that day to put my mind at ease that my band was ok, which it was, thank goodness. all that finally calmed down and now there's just a little soreness and killer gas left...bleckkk. not mom, she's over there with her little sips going, "my goodness, i can't believe i'm already full!" and i'm going, "what i would do with a bigmac right now*grumble*" anyhoos, overall tho, it was not a bad experience. dr.ortiz and dr.martinez are SUPER nice men, very attentive and their staff was super nice too. looking back something funny but the poor nurses prolly thought i was loco....i have a navel piercing and i knew i would have to remove it before surgery. they tend to close up super fast so i programed it in my head that the minute i got back from the surgery suite i would put it back in right away! so, before they take me back they gave me something in my IV to start making me groggy so i was wayyyy too loopy to focus and was unable to get the piercing out. i don't know who took it out but later found out that whoever did gave it to my mom to hold. anyhoos, so when my eyes opened, i'm still laying on the surgery table and i'm as loopy as i could be and i start yelling err uhh SLURRING over and over again in a panic, "senorita!!! per favore!! my piercing!! senorita ayúdeme!!" my arms are flailing and pointing to my navel! SNORT! OMG they prolly wanted to knock me out again. i draw another blank from there, apparently my mom put the piercing back in when i got back in my room. ohh the DRAMA heeheeheehahahahohoho!