I am so grateful to be in one of my most life changing cycles. I have been an overweight person for many years and thank God I enjoyed my life for the past years even though I felt that the weight actually had an impact on how I felt about myself. I know people have body image issues and that is to be expected whether I am big or small. I just do not always want to wake to the thought of my weight and how I need to lose it. I know I would be so much more comfortable in life if I did not have a weight complex.
As we all know I have made the choice to allow the gastric bypass to make my weight loss journey to a healthy BMI sooner than later. I felt comfortable with the thoughts of the lifestyle change and that encourage me to pursue my goals of going through with the choice to have the surgery. I will now guide anyone reading through my surgery day experience.
On my surgery day I had a lot to do still around the house. I felt it would be better to leave most of my cleaning duties to that day so I would not have much time to wait until the time rolled around to leave for the hospital. I was so calm and ready to do the surgery. I was not nervous or anxious at all. So I began doing the things I needed to get done and about an hour before I was going to start getting dress the phone rung and it was Kaiser. My surgery was scheduled for 1:30pm and it was 11:45am when the nurse called to say that someone surgery was cancelled and could I come in as soon as possible. Of course I said I would so I called my parents who were taking me to the hospital and my sister to let them know that I would be going in early.
When I got to the hospital registration desk about 1pm the nurse told me that they would be calling me back soon. So before I could sit there in the waiting room for five minutes my doctor waived for me to come over. I went through the door and he brought me to the back and started to give me instructions to get prepared for everything. I stopped him to ask if this was it because everything was moving so fast and I did not even say goodbye to my family. I went back out to the waiting room to give my love. The nurse said that they apologize for the rush and handed me over my gown, hat, and socks. I went into the dressing area to change my clothes. When I came out I got on the scale and the nurse weighed me and I had lost another 3lbs from when I had seen the doctor the week before. I was walked over to the area were they give me an IV and ask me questions about my health. My doctor came over and told me that he would be off the next morning and Dr. Fisher, another surgeon, would be there to check up on me. I was a little disappointed but thought to myself oh well there is nothing I can do about it. I was only sitting there for what seemed like 5 minutes before another nurse came over to say that everything is moving faster than normal. What had just taken 15 minutes tops is typically an hour to hour in a half worth of waiting. I was actually glad that things were moving fast. I walked into the operating room and it looked a little different from what I had imagined. My doctor was in there along with a couple others. They told me to get on the table and asked me some questions. My doctor also told me that Dr. Fisher would also be joining him to perform the surgery. I thought two good doctors were fine with me. All I remember was having a smile on my face and thinking to myself that I felt a little groggy and I was out.
I could hear people talking loud around me when I woke up in the recovery room. There was a nurse sitting at my bedside with a chart talking as if she was at a party with the patients. I wanted them all to shut up because it started to become annoying. Not long after they took me to my room. When I got into the room there was another women in there that I had met at the pre op class. I must say that my first nurse was a cutie
. I can’t believe that I had to let him look at me and take the urine drain out. I took some naps and when I got the strength I got up and took my first walk probably an hour and a half after I got into the room. I got nauseated as I began to walk and asked for something to spit up in. The nurse’s assistant stood there and I said to her “I need something I feel like I am going to vomit”. She probably wanted to crack up because she said, “ oh you can’t vomit, and you do not have anything to throw up in your stomach”. When I came back I felt better than expected although my throat was really sore from the tube they put in your throat during surgery. I asked for ice chips and that helped out a lot. As far as my recovery I did really well. The only thing that made my hospital stay dramatic was the other patient in the room with me. I thanked God that I did not have to go through what that woman was experiencing. Although her gagging and vomiting grossed me out
, I actually felt sorry for the lady. She apologized to me and I was just hoping they would give her something soon to help her. Finally a little after midnight they came and gave her some pain meds and she was able to sleep. We were both up and down to the bathroom. So I did not get much rest at all and that allowed me to walk the halls and get some of that gas out.
The next morning I was able to start stage one of my liquid diet. The broth they gave me was sooo good. Dr. Fisher, who had excellent bedside manners came in and told me that the surgery was a success and I was in perfect condition at the time of the surgery. Dr. Fisher said that I would recover well along with some other information. I was told that I could leave whenever I was ready and I told my mother to come get me at 1pm. I went out of the hospital in a wheelchair and actually had to wait a while before the office opened to drop off my paperwork for state disability. It was so hot outside; I was like man why do I have to recover at home in this heat wave because it was going to be in the 90’s for the majority of the week. So there you have it that was my journey at the hospital.