My Hospital Experience!!!!
LONG POST..........................................................
Day 1 (June 6): I arrived at the hospital around 7:00 a.m. because the hospital failed to do my blood work (pre admission) before the actulal surgery date. First, I had to sign some paperwork. Then, a lady came and got me and my mother so that I could start my bloodwork and EKG, etc... After all of that was over, I was led back to the waiting room. My mother and I sat there for a while conversing, before she dozed off. The lady came in, called my name, and we were then led to a back room. In the back, I was weighed (367-10 pounds down since my pre-op) and then we were placed in a single patient waiting room. The nursing assistant came back, went over some more paperwork with me (I'm self pay) and discussed whatever I wanted with her. She then told me to go ahead and put on my gown and they'll be back to check on me as well as to give me an IV. My mother and I waited for what seems like an eternity!! She'd fallen asleep, as had I...and my nerves had gotten the best of me. I had to urinate about 8 times from the time the lady left us, until the time another lady returned to give me an IV as well as a heprin(sp?) shot (which I later found out is used as a blood thinner to prevent clotting). Oh, and they gave my mother a FREE MEAL CARD, so that she could eat in their cafeteria that day (that was really thoughtful)!!
Finally, I was being wheeled out of the single patient room into the "recovery area" of the hospital. That was the last time I saw my mother until after my surgery. While in the recovery room, vibrating leg braces, for a lack of a better term, were placed on my legs (again this was something commonly done by this hospital to keep one's blood from clotting). Then, the anethesiologist came in to talk with me, as did my surgeon, and before long, I was taken to the OR. I remember seeing the interns prepping things for the doctor's use, and the other people in there were talking about my tattoos as they told me to breathe in and out this oxygen through a machine. Before I knew it, all I heard was....ROBIN, ROBIN, ROBIN, wake up, wake up, are you up??? I looked up....I kept feeling as if I had to burp and my mouth was EXTREMELY DRY....like desert DRY. I kept asking to burp and if they had something for my mouth! Then, I looked up to the ceiling and said, THANK YOU GOD I MADE IT THROUGH!!
The rest of that day is a complete blur because I slept it off!
DAY 2 (June 7): The night before all I could remember was the constant in and out of the nurses, etc....I was feeling as if I were in the twilight zone. It seemed like as soon as I'd drift off, here came ANOTHER nurse, etc. Well, they finally started trying to get me to drink some water, OMG, I felt as if that was the hardest thing in the world to do. I kept getting nauseated, and the doctor decided to keep me another day so that I could have an xray as well as be watched over the night! Thank God for great doctors!! Again, I was poked and awakened, and poked some more ALL night long. However, I managed to get up and walk around the nurses station 10 times. I was determined to get OUT of that hospital.
DAY 2 1/2 (June 8); I slept most of the day, but I was starting to ge****er down a lot better. The swallow test gave off the impression that I was okay. So, we knew that I'd be dismissed, it was just the AGONY of knowing WHEN would we be dismissed. So, determined to show my doctor that I was ready, I got up walked around the nurses station 10 more times, and tried to drink as much water as I could stomach (not much at all). Yet, time wasn't on our side. Finally, my doctor and his personal nurse came in, talked with me, and then told me that they'd let me leave because they felt confident that I was ready to go home. Oh, I was elated. However, they warned me that since I live a small distance (1 hour 30 min) from the hospital that I'd need to stop every 30 mins, walk around the car about 3-4 times to prevent clotting.
Of course, I skipped alot because I'm a VERY wordy person, but I must say that I'm VERY pleased with my OVERALL services rendered. My mom slept in a BED right next to me the entire hospital stay (no cots, no chairs pushed together)! They checked on me constantly, and whatever I asked of them, they complied. I couldn't have chosen a BETTER hospital, surgeon , or staff to help make my stay comfortable!! Everyone was EXTRA nice, and if they didn't know something, they searched for the answer.
I'm home, but I haven't STOPPED praying! My surgeon said that if nothing has occurred after 30 days, that he usually doesn't look for anything to go wrong. So, I'll be praying consistently...........Please, keep PRAYING for me!!!
If you want to know anything personally, feel free to hit me up, I'm an open book!
Day 1 (June 6): I arrived at the hospital around 7:00 a.m. because the hospital failed to do my blood work (pre admission) before the actulal surgery date. First, I had to sign some paperwork. Then, a lady came and got me and my mother so that I could start my bloodwork and EKG, etc... After all of that was over, I was led back to the waiting room. My mother and I sat there for a while conversing, before she dozed off. The lady came in, called my name, and we were then led to a back room. In the back, I was weighed (367-10 pounds down since my pre-op) and then we were placed in a single patient waiting room. The nursing assistant came back, went over some more paperwork with me (I'm self pay) and discussed whatever I wanted with her. She then told me to go ahead and put on my gown and they'll be back to check on me as well as to give me an IV. My mother and I waited for what seems like an eternity!! She'd fallen asleep, as had I...and my nerves had gotten the best of me. I had to urinate about 8 times from the time the lady left us, until the time another lady returned to give me an IV as well as a heprin(sp?) shot (which I later found out is used as a blood thinner to prevent clotting). Oh, and they gave my mother a FREE MEAL CARD, so that she could eat in their cafeteria that day (that was really thoughtful)!!
Finally, I was being wheeled out of the single patient room into the "recovery area" of the hospital. That was the last time I saw my mother until after my surgery. While in the recovery room, vibrating leg braces, for a lack of a better term, were placed on my legs (again this was something commonly done by this hospital to keep one's blood from clotting). Then, the anethesiologist came in to talk with me, as did my surgeon, and before long, I was taken to the OR. I remember seeing the interns prepping things for the doctor's use, and the other people in there were talking about my tattoos as they told me to breathe in and out this oxygen through a machine. Before I knew it, all I heard was....ROBIN, ROBIN, ROBIN, wake up, wake up, are you up??? I looked up....I kept feeling as if I had to burp and my mouth was EXTREMELY DRY....like desert DRY. I kept asking to burp and if they had something for my mouth! Then, I looked up to the ceiling and said, THANK YOU GOD I MADE IT THROUGH!!
The rest of that day is a complete blur because I slept it off!
DAY 2 (June 7): The night before all I could remember was the constant in and out of the nurses, etc....I was feeling as if I were in the twilight zone. It seemed like as soon as I'd drift off, here came ANOTHER nurse, etc. Well, they finally started trying to get me to drink some water, OMG, I felt as if that was the hardest thing in the world to do. I kept getting nauseated, and the doctor decided to keep me another day so that I could have an xray as well as be watched over the night! Thank God for great doctors!! Again, I was poked and awakened, and poked some more ALL night long. However, I managed to get up and walk around the nurses station 10 times. I was determined to get OUT of that hospital.
DAY 2 1/2 (June 8); I slept most of the day, but I was starting to ge****er down a lot better. The swallow test gave off the impression that I was okay. So, we knew that I'd be dismissed, it was just the AGONY of knowing WHEN would we be dismissed. So, determined to show my doctor that I was ready, I got up walked around the nurses station 10 more times, and tried to drink as much water as I could stomach (not much at all). Yet, time wasn't on our side. Finally, my doctor and his personal nurse came in, talked with me, and then told me that they'd let me leave because they felt confident that I was ready to go home. Oh, I was elated. However, they warned me that since I live a small distance (1 hour 30 min) from the hospital that I'd need to stop every 30 mins, walk around the car about 3-4 times to prevent clotting.
Of course, I skipped alot because I'm a VERY wordy person, but I must say that I'm VERY pleased with my OVERALL services rendered. My mom slept in a BED right next to me the entire hospital stay (no cots, no chairs pushed together)! They checked on me constantly, and whatever I asked of them, they complied. I couldn't have chosen a BETTER hospital, surgeon , or staff to help make my stay comfortable!! Everyone was EXTRA nice, and if they didn't know something, they searched for the answer.
I'm home, but I haven't STOPPED praying! My surgeon said that if nothing has occurred after 30 days, that he usually doesn't look for anything to go wrong. So, I'll be praying consistently...........Please, keep PRAYING for me!!!
If you want to know anything personally, feel free to hit me up, I'm an open book!
*Never Let a Dark Past, Cloud a Bright Future*
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Welcome back and congratulations!! Thank you for sharing the details of your surgery, as I am flying out tomorrow for surgery on Saturday. It sounds as if you progressively got better because you already understood what needed to be done to GO HOME. I yell this in caps because thats all I really want ...to be home and have it over with. I left my kids tonight who are too young to really understand, they just thought Mommy was taking another business trip. It was really hard to go. Even the darn dog tried to follow me out of the door...
My prayers are with you tonight for an uneventful recovery, and for my safe return home.
Keep up the great work you're a LOSER now!!
Ann
My prayers are with you tonight for an uneventful recovery, and for my safe return home.
Keep up the great work you're a LOSER now!!
Ann
Thank you for this wonderful post!! Tomorrow is my day, so it is nice to hear a play-by-play!
So glad everything is going smoothly, thus far. I wish you continued smooth sailing!!
So glad everything is going smoothly, thus far. I wish you continued smooth sailing!!
I am 5' 7" tall and 35-years-old **Sheri**
My ticker shows who I did this for: Azure and Malachi
July 10th, 2011: Down 26 lbs. and 15 1/4 ".
Aug. 10th, 2011: Down 14 lbs. and 13 3/4 ".
Sept. 10th, 2011:
Oct. 10th, 2011:
Congratulations! Man - that anesthesia fog is no joke, it really kicked my butt too!
So glad you are home and happy and sitting on the losers bench!
Now sip, walk, rest, repeat!
So glad you are home and happy and sitting on the losers bench!
Now sip, walk, rest, repeat!
Lucy 
(Imma Loser!)
HW 335 SW 311 CW 181.2 -- Goals: Twoderville - 6/7/11, 280 - 7/1/11, 260 - 8/1/11, 240 - 10/30/11 Centry Club - 11/22/11, 220 - 12/27/11 Onederland - 5/25/12, 180 - , 170 (surgeons goal) -
We shall see where this leads...
Wow I will be in the same position tomorrow! I was told I would have to get up and walk 4 hrs after surgery.
VSG 6/10/2011 Dr. Ann Lidor BMore MD 5'5 HW-247 SW-233 GW-145 CW-120
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A hearty, hearty thank you to all of you all *****sponded. To those who are still sending me get well wishes, I appreciate it, and to those of you who will be having surgery soon, I'm praying for YOU...I really am! May God Bless and Keep you All is my Prayer!!!
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Yay! So glad to hear from you and that you had a positive experience. Way to go! Now, rock it, girl!
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