Rising_Sun
Chugging along
Hi all,
Well, here I am. On the loser’s bench; the losing side, whatever you call it, I am well and truly there now. I had my surgery with the wonderful Mr. Ammori and his fantastic team at Salford Royal on Monday, 3 August 2009, my official rebirthday. I arrived for my surgery happy; hopeful; prayerful and rebuking fear all the way. I took a deep breath before pushing open the door to the surgical lounge. I had a little wobble, an emotional moment there and then. I was mostly relieved that the surgery was going ahead, barring some catastrophic circumstance beyond anyone’s control. The first face I saw and recognised immediately was Fuze (Amanda), all happy, smiling and chatty. We made some small talk, which was very settling. There was another lady there too but I can’t be sure whether she was there for a bypass.
So next came all the pre-op preps and chat with the anaesthetist and then the surgeon. The really exciting bit for me was being weighed and discovering I had lost 24lbs, which brought me down from a starting weight of 422 to 398 lbs. That smashed my first goal, which was to be under 400 lbs. Mr Ammori came in and told me I had been pushed up to first on the list as number one hadn’t shown up. No worries, by this time, I just wanted it over and done with. The rest was an uneventful blur. The surgery went well. The recovery from anaesthesia went well. I hardly touched my PCA as I felt no pain. I have no gas pain. I kept checking the incisions just to be sure I had had the surgery. I mostly slept the rest of the day. In my rare waking moments, I caught sight of Fuze being wheeled onto the ward and then another lady whose op didn’t go ahead because of liver problems. I was dead tired. I was up and about for a bit late into the night but I still needed to sleep off the anaesthesia. Following day was a bit better and managed to roam the corridors a bit more to get the old circulation going. Then it was time to go home. I was discharged at 6:30pm. I walked to the Red area exit to meet my OH and kids. I didn’t want the kids in the hospital. Twins then ask: “Are you middle sized yet mummy” and “did you say thank you”. A little chuckle to myself and then I dosed off.
I think I’ve mostly slept off the tiredness now. Now it’s just the business of getting the fluids in and aiming for the 80g of protein daily and improving on the walking.
Well, here I am. On the loser’s bench; the losing side, whatever you call it, I am well and truly there now. I had my surgery with the wonderful Mr. Ammori and his fantastic team at Salford Royal on Monday, 3 August 2009, my official rebirthday. I arrived for my surgery happy; hopeful; prayerful and rebuking fear all the way. I took a deep breath before pushing open the door to the surgical lounge. I had a little wobble, an emotional moment there and then. I was mostly relieved that the surgery was going ahead, barring some catastrophic circumstance beyond anyone’s control. The first face I saw and recognised immediately was Fuze (Amanda), all happy, smiling and chatty. We made some small talk, which was very settling. There was another lady there too but I can’t be sure whether she was there for a bypass.
So next came all the pre-op preps and chat with the anaesthetist and then the surgeon. The really exciting bit for me was being weighed and discovering I had lost 24lbs, which brought me down from a starting weight of 422 to 398 lbs. That smashed my first goal, which was to be under 400 lbs. Mr Ammori came in and told me I had been pushed up to first on the list as number one hadn’t shown up. No worries, by this time, I just wanted it over and done with. The rest was an uneventful blur. The surgery went well. The recovery from anaesthesia went well. I hardly touched my PCA as I felt no pain. I have no gas pain. I kept checking the incisions just to be sure I had had the surgery. I mostly slept the rest of the day. In my rare waking moments, I caught sight of Fuze being wheeled onto the ward and then another lady whose op didn’t go ahead because of liver problems. I was dead tired. I was up and about for a bit late into the night but I still needed to sleep off the anaesthesia. Following day was a bit better and managed to roam the corridors a bit more to get the old circulation going. Then it was time to go home. I was discharged at 6:30pm. I walked to the Red area exit to meet my OH and kids. I didn’t want the kids in the hospital. Twins then ask: “Are you middle sized yet mummy” and “did you say thank you”. A little chuckle to myself and then I dosed off.
I think I’ve mostly slept off the tiredness now. Now it’s just the business of getting the fluids in and aiming for the 80g of protein daily and improving on the walking.