Oh my gosh, Bling that's bloody awful! How rude! I didn't get into the OR until after 2pm but they were all so very kind to me. I must have taken a long time to come around though because I didn't end up on the ward until gone 8pm. My only issue on the ward was a woman in the same block who pretty much did nothing but shout and holler all night about how she needed to call her daughter, she had wee'd/poohed herself, how the nurses were really cruel. She never once used her call button, all the rest of us had to do it for her.
My husband, bless him, has been getting really mad about them. My mom just seems far more concerned about Jennifer doing some sightseeing rather than trying to help me out. To be fair, I am doing well, but I do still need some help. Speaking of teh hubby... because I was so far gone after surgery, I never got a chance to call him to let him know I was on the ward. He got freaked out because he couldn't get any information on how or where I was. He finally was told that I was on the ward, but when I did finally speak to him the next day he got choked up and ever since he's been so considerate and has said over and over how glad he is that I'm here. I think it had bothered him far more than he even let on, poor guy.
I'm glad to know it wasn't just me that it's happened to. It did worry me that when my surgeon came to see me right before surgery that he couldn't remember seeing me in clinic, however he did ask that if my liver was too large to do the bypass if it was ok to do the sleeve, which I told him yes, I just wanted it done now. So, now I'm just sipping and trying to keep up on everything and trying to figure out what full feels like. I'm not hungry at all, which is totally weird and awesome. I said to my husband this morning that I can look at food and appreciate it aesthetically but I don't want it.
