Sugar Mama
My Surgery Story I did it ....God did it ....this community helped me through it.
Okay here is my surgery story...so this is how it went for me. I was nervous about the surgery...but still believed God would bring me through. I stood on the Psalm 27 for courage. I didnt have any one come with me to the surgery .....my husband had just got off of work and was falling asleep driving me to the hospital as it is and still had to work that night. So alone I went through the doors of the hospital for surgery with not even one of my girlfriends waiting in the recovery for me...and my family is out of state ...I live in NY Long Island they live in Florida and Georgia.
I knew the OH team was with me in spirit (roof roof roof in Arsenio Hall audience chant voice) and God being with me was without question. MY entire office was blowing up my phone with love and prayers. Then later on my name was called to come and go to the presurgical area....to relax me prior to surgery ....God sent me the sweetest little tiny phillipian nurse who took her job seriously and believed in God to take care of me......I had to do more paper work, answer all alot of questions sign a few things given more instruction and take off clothes, and change and she got all my belongings together labeled every thing so they wouldnt be separated...and their I lay down in what reminded me of the ER....my time for surgery was 1030am but they came to get me at 1120am during that time I checked my facebook checked my twitter, and my emails from my phone to stay busy.....and kept reaffirming that I had made the right decision.
There was a tv in the pre-surgical area for each person had their own little cubby....I watched Wendy Williams and a few Judge shows....and every body came to see me.one at a time.. First...My Doctor, His Co-Doctor, The OR Nurse, the Anestiologist , the butcher the baker the candle stick maker. finally they said lets go...and the OR Nurse came back and took me to the actual surgical room ...and .yes by now I was trying to quote that psalm 27 to myself because looking around It looked like Frankensteins dungeon up in that piece to me...with a warehouse feel....and all these silver tools hanging around and layed out in order on the table etc. but what soothed me is the song that the OR nurse sang which was a spiritual song...so I took that as confirmation God was still with me and then they staff joked around a bit and then the Anestiologist said I would start to get sleepy which made me happy I figured I f I could go to sleep this would soon be a completed surgery. when I woke up.....they were bringing me into my private room first I thought "hurray a private room"....but seconds later a reality check hit me as .....OMG the pain the pain for 2 days did I say the pain? (Now my girlfriend who had the RNY surgery and 2 revisions thereafter said she had NO PAIN whatsoever...so everybody is different pain isn't inevitable with this surgery for everyone ...but for me the first 2 days were so painful I sort of did an off the record vow to myself that I would never tell any one to do this surgery....But if they had already made up their own mind about it then I would support them with everything that was within me. I was in so much pain that ... I didnt want any water. I didnt want any magazines that were packed away, screw that audiobook that I had been listening to and I didnt care that my blackberry was vibrating off the tables. The only two sentences I could form were 1. "Thank you Jesus " and 2. Pain meds please oh yes and even a third one which was 3. Turn that damn tv off. and throw that phone out the window if it vibrates again.
However, my pleasant personality began to return on the 3rd day I rose....lol . I began to see the other people who had to walk around the floor holding their IV's and marching around the floor every 2 hours to avoid blood clots...And to top it off some knuckle head from my job decided to text me that this guy that works in our office just got a blood clot in the leg (he didnt get the surgery or anything like that he has been on a diet for ever and just got a blood clot)...Ggggreat I am thinking ..just what I need to hear as I march around trying not to get one......But that was pretty much it ....The hospital SouthNassau in Oceanside NY is know as the best hospital in Long Island and it was immaculate and the entire staff from the Doctors to the housekeepers were amazing. I have purposed in my heart to do it exactly how the Doctor wants me to. I stayed from Tues until Saturday in my case I had to stay longer because didnt pass gas and that was necessary for me to go home....but by Saturday they decided that It was okay and discharged me Saturday evening. So thats my surgery story and I'm sticking to it. I'm going to post this on my page as well....Now is it going to be vanilla or chocolate optifast for lunch.
I am ever so grateful to this community of support you guys are amazing.
My story is simple and plain I joined this forum back in 2005 and have comtemplated WLS for years, but even before 2005 back in the late 80's I wanted to do this surgery way back before it became popular. It is now 2011 and I have even more weight. I have entirely too much weight in my stomach which is beginning to concern me as I age I believe its just not healthy and I want to address my health so I can lead the life that God has intended for me. I feel like this is not my real life and my real life is going to get to happen with a lot of work, committment and grace.
June 4....I have ten more days to go and believe that this surgery is going to be a gift to me from God. I am excited and at the same time uneasy....I have made some declarations over my life and believe a change is necessary ...Someone told me before that if you want something different then you have to do things different. I am tired of always being so tired and unavailable in this thing call food addiction. She also said if you want to get inside of a good place you may not be able to take conventional methods like the door ..it may not be easy access...but. that you may have to tear or rip the roof off for entry. ....I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired....Lets do it!
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