Wednesday morning, I had my weight loss surgery. I swear the weeks before my surgery were so hectic, I'm surprised it is over! Between being out of town, having bronchitis, a snow day, and surgery, I feel like I haven't worked in forever!
I was slightly nervous the night before my surgery, I have never had surgery, so I didn't know what to expect. I struggled to sleep, I told Adam what I wanted to happen if I died, I threw up (although I feel this had more to do with all the medicine I had to take after being on a all liquid diet, all day long). But by the way, all I had to say was, "BOWL" and Adam was on it. He totally saved the day.
But the surgery went well, and it all just flew by. I think it only took about 45 minutes. And pretty soon I was in my recovery room. Where the nurses drove me nuts by waking me up every hour, instead of letting me do the only thing I wanted to do: Sleep! But I know that is their job, and I managed to be pleasant anyway.
One of the things they want you to do after surgery is walk, so I walked several laps around the hospital floor, informing everyone I was going for the Gastric Vertical Sleeve Olympics, trying to qualify for Sochi.
Luckily, I got to come home yesterday and finally had a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. I feel a little sore and struggle to stay awake for any major length of time. But today I was able to shower solo and hold down one scrambled egg, and I felt uber accomplished. And my husband has been such a major sweetheart, taking care of my every need. I don't know how I would manage without him.
I'm hoping for a smooth recovery, and that this is a tool that is going to get me where I need to be. The weirdest thing about all of this is I'm having to force myself to eat. I think about food but I'm not hungry.
So who knows what the future holds, but I will definitely keep you updated along the way.