Well, the big day finally arrived.
I woke up WAY too early Friday morning (4:00 am) and jumped in the shower.
Made a last minute check to make sure I had everything. CPAP machine, bag with toothbrush, deoderant, all that good stuff, my Bariatric notebook, I was ready to go. We drove to Corvallis and checked in.
I was taken right into a room to await surgery. Changed into an interesting gown. It was your basic hospital type gown, but it was disposable and had these little pockets lining the inside. They had a hose that attached to it and it had a climate control. You could turn it up to warm you, or if you were hot you could cool it down. It was kind of cool. The anesthesiologist came in and asked a few questions and told me what he would be doing. Then Bobbie, who is the program manager for the Bariatric Program, came in and talked to me for a while. At 7:30 am they came in and wheeled me away.
They took me into the surgery room and had me scoot to the operating table. Then the anesthesiologist gave me a shot of the happy stuff and the lights went out.
I woke up in recovery. Pain. Lots of pain. Felt like someone had cut up my insides. Oh yeah, they did. The upper part of my belly was really sore. They eventually took me to my room. I was pretty out of it most of the day. I had a button I could hit every ten minutes to administer pain medicine. It would make me groggy as hell, I would sleep for 15 minutes or so, wake up, hit the button again....wash, rinse repeat. Most of the day went like that.
Then in the afternoon the physical therapist came in and had me moving my limbs and asked if I wanted to try going for a walk. Since my back was getting sore at this point, I figured I might as well give it a try. It was the best decision I could have made. Getting up seemed to help clear the head a little and helped relieve some of the pain. It also helped to get up and stretch the back a bit. I got up two more times that night to walk around.
By Saturday morning I was feeling much better. I wasn't hitting the pain medicine pump but once or twice an hour. The physical therapist came back in about 9:30 am and asked if I wanted to try walking again. I told her I did and that I had been up a couple more times the night before. She took me out walking and determined I could get up and walk on my own from now on, without having to have someone with me. By this time Dr. Read had come in and checked on me while I was standing next to the bed. He asked how I was doing and I told him I felt pretty good. I asked him to please have someone come in and take the damn catheter out. He said he would, and someone came in shortly after to remove it. Then I started pleading my case to go home that day. Bobbie came in and said that if I could go to the bathroom on my own, and if I could tolerate the liquid Vicadin for pain tolerance I could go home that afternoon.
I was able to meet the requirements, so by 3:00 pm they started the paperwork to release me. By about 3:30 pm I was on my way home.
It felt good to get home, and the last couple days have not been too bad. I haven't had any problem getting the amount of fluids down they want me to. I am supposed to get in at least about 50 ounces of liquids a day. Since I have to drink small sips, it means sipping on water all day, but I haven't had any problems with it. I also have had some sugar free popcicles and sugar free jello. That will pretty much be my diet for the rest of this week.
I have a post-op appointment for the 19th of November. Denise forgot to write the time down, so I have to call tomorrow and confirm the time for the appointment. Other than that, things are going pretty good.
Will update again after my post-op appointment unless something new comes up in the mean time.