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The beginning

A few months ago I decided to have weight loss surgery (Laparoscopic Sleeve Gastrectomy). I spoke with my surgeon, and booked a date for the 17th of July 2017. It was the most exciting thing ever. I couldn’t stop buying things in preperation, planning, making lists, packing... then the time finally came. My surgery was on a Tuesday, and on the Friday before I traveled down to my Mum’s place, and we went into Brisbane together and spent the weekend before shopping. The pre-op diet was starting to get to me, the lack of food, and the extra exhaustion of days of shopping on end (yes i know, poor me), I became grumpy, agitated, and a downright brat. My poor mother...

The day of surgery arrived and I was a nervous wreck but super excited to start my new life! I checked into the hospital, and was the second on the list. Mum stayed by my side until the second they walked me into the operating room. I lay on the operating table and they just started poking and prodding at me until I woke up in the most unbelievable pain I have ever been in, and I have broken my back. The pain was actually in my back, and my stomach, and I felt as though I couldn’t breath.... I’m pretty upset about this as I was so cocky before hand that I would be fine, because I had had my appendix out before and felt nothing, I thought everyone else was just being a baby. My pathetic excuse for a spine screwed that all up for me. The pain was unbearable. Apparently I spent longer in recovery than I was did in surgery, and this was because they were trying to get my pain under control. All I can remember is saying “MY BACK! MY BACK!” and not feeling like I wasn’t being heard because when they finally did take me back to my room, I was in the same amount of pain as when I woke up. 

The first night wasn’t too bad once they managed to get my pain on track (it was mostly because I had to lay on my side with a pillow against my stomach and just turn from side to side all night). The next morning was the worst. They took me off my pain pump and sent me down to get my leak test done. Stomach was fine, no leaks thank god, but as soon as they took me off the IV I was nauseous... I couldn’t keep anything down, not ANYTHING. I have never been so sick, and so much in pain. I couldn’t swallow the tablets, as soon as they went down they came back up... They couldn’t use my IV site because the vein collapsed and they hate to take it out. I know I am whinging a lot, but it really was a miserable time. It wasn’t until I had checked out of hospital, the day after that I didn’t wake up nauseous, and I haven’t been since. THANK GODDD! So now I am nearly 7 days post-op and am still suffering from the gas pains, but I am doing better. Yesterday was the first day I didn’t completely regret having this surgery. It still hurts sometimes when I drink, especially first thing in the morning. I still feel too much pain to feel hunger, or fullness, or even the urge to pee! (which is by far the weirdest thing, having to remind myself to go... speaking of which......).

OK, I’m back! So I TMI - I have not opened my bowels for over a week, so I am on the benefibre. I think most of my pain will go when I can do that. But anyway, that’s pretty much it for now. I am hoping it just gets better day by day. I hope it the pain I feel when I drink goes away, I don’t think I could stand that forever. But I am loving not feeling hungry - THAT can stay!