Well, I'm on the other side now. Setting at the computer at 3:00 am with insomina, in a binder, sipping on watered down cranberry juice. Aww, this is the life.

When they went in to do the lap DS, I had a massive hernia from my belly button to my breat bone. Evedently from my previous surgery. And it just wouldn't allow the DS to be preformed lap. So open we went.

The doctor said he put my stomach back together from the VGB and then made the doctored up little organ into the DS'er tummy. He had to fix the hernia, as it just would not wait. My surgery lasted from about 8:30 am to about 1:00 pm. When they took me to recovery, they could not revive me. I was ventalated and brow beaten until 5:45 pm. My family was very worried for me. 

I finally made it to a room but kept the ventalation hose which was very uncomfortable. The first night is a blur of course, of drugs, nurses, and other people talking.

The second night, I finally began to understand things had not gone as planned. The pain level was great and the staples were scary. I had about 27 staples holding my stomach muscles together. I was scared to move, fearing I was going to bust open.

Then I started having a wierd reaction to the pain medications. I started doing and saying things that are very much not part of my personality and it alarmed my family. Of course, I thought everything was okay then, only later did I remember (uggg) what I was saying and doing. I list one thing, I actually believed one night I was alone at the hospital, that the staff there was forcing me to watch channel 5*, some comedy network, all night long. I was so upset. I could not sleep, I could not change the channel, I was forced to watch "Girls gone **ld" for hours. When the nurse came in I complain about the tv and they did nothing. I'm sure they thought I was crazy. I was using the bed adjust to try and change the channel, of course doing nothing to the tv and everything to my bed. What a mess. I took 2 days for me to really understand it had all be a mistake and not a plot.

Finally, on Friday, my doctor said I could go home. Except, when we got home we had someone elses pain med scrip. So hubby set off to fix that and by the end of that deal, I ended up with no pain meds except liquid Tylenal and a elixar that made me crazy and sick. So nothing from release from the hospital. Rough weekend. But by Monday night, I was finally sleeping a little.

So we are on to week 2. I have an approximate 4 ounce stomach and a 50 cm common channel. I have a hugh hernia and a binder, I have a fabulous and loving family and I am moving on to stage 2, full liquids.