Hi everybody,
I AM BACK!! LOL LOL!!
Seeing as I have abandoned you for a few weeks, I think what I'll do tonight is begin to tell you all about my gastric bypass on May 31st and then tell you the story so far. I can't guarantee that it will be all in one thread, but I will begin tonight and then carry on from there...
The night before the bypass I got a couple of DVDs in as I knew I would be up late! Gordon went to bed before me and I stayed up until daft-a-clock because I couldn't settle. I wasn't even watching the TV properly, just thinking about my operation, wondering what it would lead to. For some reason I wanted to stay up to make the most of my time. in case I died, which I know is silly as the surgeon said that I ahd a 1 in 200 chance of dying from the op. Funnily enough, I wasn't nervous as such, just contemplative really. Eventually I went to bed and slept until my alarm sounded at 5.30.
I was tired, but strangely awake because I knew I had to be ready for what was before me. Gordon took my bag to the car and I made my excuses so that I could plaster pink, heart shaped post-it notes around the flat with little love notes for him for when he got home alone that night. I jumped in the car and gave my mum a ring, to tell her that I was on my way. I was quite snappy with poor Gordon in the car - probably nerves!
When we got to Spire hospital, there were around half a dozen people in the waiting room with their partners. I could tell that they were obviously going for the same type of surgery as myself. Not many of them spoke, so I guess they were nervous too, or tired because it was 7am!! Most of them left the waiting area before me.
When we were escorted- oh yes proper hotel style - to my room at the end of a wide corridor, I was disappointed to see the room next to me empty and all the occupied rooms had their doors closed. I wanted people to talk to who were going through the same thing! I left the door of my room open and continuously peeped out to see if anyone was going to stay next door, but, sadly, nobody ever did.
My room was decorated in neutral colours, with a shower en-suite. There was one picture on the wall, which I disliked the longer I stayed there and a ticking clock-great! It was like a cross between a hospital and a Holiday Inn! But, I wasn;t there for a holiday, but a life change...