Pitty Party, table for 1

For the record, to anyone who has ever said or thought that WLS is the easy way out....PLEASE come hang out with me for a day or so. It is not easy...there is nothing easy about recovering from a major surgery. There is nothing easy about detoxing from a sugar addiction. (I have a friend who compared what I am going through to their time in rehab). When I heard that I laughed...cause atleast in rehab you get to eat food....and you get drugs to help you come off the drugs. Ironic...I know! I am so weak and tired all the time. I am really looking forward to having the ability to get enough nourishment in my body so I have energy for basic activities. At this point, taking a shows exhausts me. Crazy! Ok...that's my vent for the day. I know this pain and discomfort will all be worth it one day....at this point I have NO idea when that will be....I'm holding out hope that it's soon. Night

Emotions running wild...and 25 lbs gone

Before I left the hospital, the head bariatric nurse came in to check on me.  She gave me lots of useful information about the first few weeks of life with a smaller stomach.  One thing she mentioned, that I didn't pay much attention to, was that my emotions may be all over the place for a while after the surgery.  I hadn't read this anywhere while researching about the gastric sleeve...so I really didn't expect it would be an issue.

I've been having "moments" for the past week, but hadn't actually broken down and cried yet.  Well...yesterday the floodgates opened.  I started crying in the car, on the way to play mini-golf with my hubby and son.  What the heck?!  After my little crying spell I did feel much better....but today I feel really blue.  I honestly feel like I have the "baby blues" all over again.  I hadn't expected this at all, and I'm wondering...how many people actually go through this and don't say anything about it? 

On a positive note - I've lost 25 lbs since I started this journey.  YAY!

  

                                                                                  

Nausea - you are not my friend

Wow!  This week Nausea hit me, and it hit hard!  It came out of nowhere - suddenly I felt terrible and couldn't drink anything.  I went to bed, hoping it would help me if I got some rest.  Needless to say, I'm now on some anti-nausea meds...every 4 hours like clockwork.  I don't want to go back to feeling like that.
Only being allowed clear liquids and low-fat milk makes it hard enough to stay hydrated and get enough nutrients in...add nausea and not being able to get the milk in and it makes for a very weak girl. 

On the plus side, I'm now down to 272 on my home scale - that's 18 lbs down.  Woo hoo!  I go for my 2 week follow up Wednesday, and I'm going to see what the scale at the doctor's office shows. 

4 days post op....it'll all be worth it in the end, right!?

Wow - I seriously underestimated this surgery and what the recovery would be like! 
The pain and soreness from the incision area is one thing, the terrible feeling in my chest after I drink anything.  It feels like I'm having a heart attack!  Ouch!
I have been told I need to drink at least 32 oz of milk and 32 oz of clear liquids each day.  Well, I have been having a hard time getting just the milk in!

Me, in the pre-op area, waiting to be taken into surgery.  The "Happy Juice" has taken affect at this point...so I'm all Smiles! :)

 

My 1st meal after surgery.  1 oz cups of jello, broth and juice....yummy, I know!