ladytking88
12 days postop
May 02, 2009
3:28. This morning, the clock displays these three simple numbers neatly and brightly in this same order, representing and speaking volumes of truths that I am still unsure I understand or can explain despite its’ deafening quietness. Time, for so long, in my life has represented the dual personality of friend and enemy. One moment, time seems to be pushing me through tomorrow’s illuminated doorway of prosperity; the next tormenting me with the memories of days gone by that should still hold the beauty of a sunset kissed perfectly by the coming of the moon, and not the ugliness of a bitter haze polluting God’s inimitably stunning horizon. At this point and moment in time, I have so many thoughts going through my head, and in reminiscence of the last time I posted something, I am stuck. I want so badly to convey the thoughts in my head that everything is forced through my brain and I am just a mess. How do I this? Let’s take it slow… As you all know, on April 21,, 2009, I had gastric bypass surgery and even now, 12 days later, I wake up in the morning, look down at the dark scars on my stomach, and still have to tell myself that I had gastric bypass. I have searched and ruminated, and read, and even picked my brain again to find any experience in my life that could compare in the least bit to the change(s) I am and will go through because of my decision. Already I have had to make the choice to let go of people I thought would be my close companions for the rest of my life. Can anyone please tell me a logical reason why anyone would make it their sole priority to tear someone else down? I have read and heard that only individuals who are insecure do things like the actions mentioned above. But even still, my mind refuses to allow me to accept this truth; it seems that there has got to be more to it than that…but anyway, I am getting way off of track again, so let me bring everything back to focus… Let’s start with the actual facts and details of the surgery because I’ve already had three people call/email me with the most hilarious stories they heard to be the “ABSOLUTE” truth about the surgery. When my surgeon, Dr. Lara, began the procedure, a hernia was found in my stomach, was removed, and then the actual surgery was performed. The next morning when I went to X-ray and drank the clear contrast/dye, by the time I returned to my hospital bed, I could not breathe. The nurses rushed in and were running all over the place; my oxygen levels were well below where they should have been. Because having my eyes open seemed to take insurmountable energy, all I can remember is my mom frantically crying in the background, a feeble sounding voice trembling over the 3rd floor intercom, “Doctor Lara please immediately report to 312B, Please immediately report to room 312B”, and constantly hearing one of the nurses screaming Andele! I don’t think I have been truly afraid for my life many times in the past 21 years, but I can definitely say I felt a new level of fear with each gasp for breath in those moments before they were able to get the oxygen mask and stabilize my breathing. Finally, Dr. Lara arrived and said after reviewing the X-Ray, my intestines were twisted and because of that, the dye I drank was trapped between my stomach and my esophagus. That being said they took me back into surgery and fixed everything and I ended up staying in the hospital a week rather than just two days. WHEW! I am so grateful to God! Even though I felt so much fear in that time, God had the perfect people there at the perfect time making sure I was safe and taken care of. Isn’t God amazing! But just to reassure all of you, I am fine and am feeling great! I already walk a minimum of a mile everyday and am taking this journey day by day. The funny thing about this whole situation is, now I have to force myself to eat. In the last two days combined I’ve had almost no appetite. In two days, I’ve had 85 oz of water, 8 ounces of soup, 4 ounces of yogurt and 5 ounces of applesauce. And even that I’ve had to make myself eat. So that’s how things are going so far…Unfortunately I haven’t had the opportunity to weigh myself since before the surgery, so I can’t tell you how much I’ve lost so far…but I can tell you when I weighed myself early last week on Monday, I had lost a total of 20 pounds since the doctor had seen me last…and I think that is FABULOUS whether it’s me, or anybody else trying to loose weight (unless you only weigh like 120 lbs., then that’s not healthy for you…at all J) Well I’m going to let you guys go, sorry it isn’t so grammatically correct but thanks for reading my beautiful craziness anyway, I appreciate and love you! J
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About Me
Albuquerque, NM
Location
50.1
BMI
Surgery
04/21/2009
Surgery Date
Dec 30, 2007
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