I arrived at the hospital about 6:30 am on Oct 10th and did the normal check in.  It began to seem real when they took me to  a pre-op room and had me put on the gown and gave me the first shot of lovenox.  They drew blood one last time and within the hour I was being moved to the surgery waiting area. Your family can be with you up until then so that is where I said good bye to my husband and was off on my own.  Just so everyone thinking about  doing this knows.... that is hardest part of this entire process- seeing the scared look on your family's faces.  Then you are left to wait alone.  That sucked too because all you can think about is your family, so I sat there and cried.
The surgeon came in to check on me just to see if I had any last minute questions. He gave me some tissues and assured me everything would be ok. The  nurse hooked up an IV, then the anestegeologist took over.  I was awake  when they put me on the surgery table and then the next thing I knew I was waking up in recovery.  I didn't feel any pain and only wanted to go back to sleep but the nurses kept telling me to take deep breaths.  The blood pressure alarm kept going off and they were concerned, but I was too groggy to tell them I have always had very low blood pressure. They let my husband in to see me for  a few minutes.  I was glad they let him come in to see me because I was initally told I wouldn't see him again until I was in my room.  I was in and out for the next few hours and had to wait a while for a room to be ready.
Once I got to a room, I was still very groggy but nauseated.  I remember the nurse coming in to introduce herself and show me how to press the button for the pain medication.  I didn't want to press the button, because everytime you do- boom- it knocks you out again and I was very aware that I should be up walking around as soon as possible.  At one point I knew I was going to be sick and I pressed the call button and the nurse never came.  I swear I pressed that stupid button 20 times over 20 minutes and she never showed.  Luckily my huband was showed to my room about that time.  Needless to say he was livid that she was ignoring me. Later she said she was with another patient.  Thank god he was there to finally get her because I couldn't hold off on the throwing up any longer and he got a small bucket for me and helped me sit up to the side enough so that when I was sick I didn't choke on my own vomit.  I guess I should mention that my muscles were too sore for me to even roll to one side with out assistance.  I threw up some blood...which at first concerned me then my dr came in later and said it was probably just residual in my new stomach from the surgery.   The stay that night sucked.  I did get up and walk around about 1am because  the blood pressure monitor kept going off and the bed was at an angle where I kept sliding to the bottom so I couldn't sleep anyway.  Needless to say the very next day I got out of bed as soon as possible and moved to the chair.  They let me begin sipping water about 11am and told me as soon as I had sipped 14 oz I could be discharged.   Now I had a new goal... to finish that water.  Once I did, they took out the catheter,the IV's and my drainage tube and I was on my way home. 
I should mention that all the nurses were ok  except that first one.  I also had an issue with my IV.  My hand was swelling up like a baseball mit and when I pointed this out to her she didn't even acknowledge me.  The best care I had was from a student nurse. I wish I could remember her name because I would send her a thank you. 
I was home by 7pm the night after surgery.