Released from the Hospital but too tired to post.

Aug 13, 2010

I'm so tired right now.  sleep for three days solid and then haven't slept more than 5 straight in the last 2 days..

Okay got home from the hospital yesterday and actually didn't get to rest until about 10pm.  Had so much stuff to straighten out.  Drugs, vitamins, groceries and of course replying to the shout outs on FB. 

I actually slept really well last night until about 8 in the morning.  It was great to sleep without the nurses slamming in an out of the room all night.  Actually they stayed out between midnight and five am sorta. 

Okay the surgery day.  I didn't manage to sleep the whole night because I was cleaning my apartment for when I got home.  I'm not exactly the neatest person in the world but so it took awhile.  I actually finished about 3am then it was too late to try to sleep as I had to be at the hospital by 6:30am.  I would have slept in. 

So I just kinda aimlessly watched TV and tried not to think about it.  Pink Elephants.  Every now and then a tremble of fear would grip my body and mind.  Am I doing the right thing?   AM I DOING THE RIGHT THING???  I wasn't scared of the surgery itself.  It was the result.  I think I've been banging on about that a lot though this blog but believe me it's not over.

My cousin came with me.  She asked me to phone her at 5am to make sure she was up.  I called her at 5 but no answer.  I was wondering if maybe she had forgot to bring the phone into her bedroom.  I left a message and then called her back again and again no answer.  Inside I was a little relieved.  I wasn't sure if I really wanted someone with me.  Anyway I left a 2nd message saying that I would try one more time and if she didn't answer then that I was going alone. (it was nearly 5:30 by then). So I tried a 3rd time and just as the answering machine was going to click in she answered.  She had been up for the first 2 calls but for some reason hadn't heard the phone. Okay so I went and picked her up in a cab.

We went to the pre admissions clinic and started the process, because the clinic had done all the questions and blood work the 2 weeks before (when I started the liquid diet) there was a minimal amount of things to do. 

They took me to a room and gave me a HUGE gown.  I'm so happy my ass wasn't sticking out all over .  The nurse was very mmmm what's the word brusque(?).  Not very warm.  She tells me okay change into the gown and I'll be back.  Take your clothes and put them in this bag take your valuables, watch, jewellery and the like and put them in this envelope.  She asks me a bunch of questions about my identity, what surgery I was getting and when I started my diet who my surgeon was and other verification questions.

A different nurse comes back and says what's in this envelope?  I look at her and said my valueables.  The other nurse said to put my watch jewellery, money etc into the envelope.  This nurse says no this is envelope is for your glasses.  If you have valuables they should go in the vault.  Well my $15 watch and $30 cash is hardly valuables.  So I take my stuff out and put my glasses in.  I then tried to give her all my drugs that they told me I should bring and give to the nurse when I checked in.  She didn't want them.  They didn't even look at them so I'm not sure why they even asked me to bring them.  They just sat in my suitcase the whole time.  I wasn't very impressed with them. 

The 2nd nurse then proceeded to ask me the same questions as the first and I was glad to hear that.  Would want to wake up with a sex change now would I?  They then took me to be weighed I was 133.7kg down from 138.2kgs.  I'd lost 10 pounds on that liquid diet!!!   Is that all?  I felt like I should have lost 40 for all that work.  Just kidding I was stoked I had lost the weight.

They then started an IV I was so impressed with that.  The last time I had surgery they stuck me 20 times before getting a line in the wrist.  They got a line on the hand that no one is ever able to get blood from.  I was so prepared for some serious pain that is usually involved for IV's for me.  

In the mean time my cousin wasn't really much help.  She made me laugh a couple of times but I had a feeling she resented me.  I think I would have been better off to go in on my own.  I really only had to sit for about 1/2 an hour every other minute was filled with something.

I was still waiting for them to give me the happy juice that would relax me.  I found out later that you had to request that prior to surgery.  Too bad no one told me before.  I could have used it.  My surgery was eight and they put me on the gurney at 7:30 and wheeled me to the operating room.  I kinda like that part because of all the pictures drawn on the ceiling on the way to the operating room.

A nurse named Varla came and greeted me an assured me in a warm voice that they would take very good care of me.  I was impressed with her in the operating room.  She made me feel as comfortable as you possibly could in this situation.   She had a great accent turns out she was from Jamacia.  I guess I always associate Jamacian accents with blacks but she was fair.  She then struggled with the operating bed which seemed like it was miles too small. 

Then the aenestheseologiest (or however you spell it) came in.  My handsome skinny doctor (both our bariatric surgeons are really skinny).  Comes and looks at me asks me how I was doing and then the mask was on my face and I was out.

During all this I was saying to myself am I doing the right thing?  Am I doing the right thing?  AM I DOING THE RIGHT THING.  Right until the lights went out.  Funny but I didn't smell it this time.

Next time...Waking up.

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