And So It Is...

I'm banded.

This is day 2 post op, and i'm feeling pretty good.  Groggy from the pain medications, and burpy from the gas.  But all in all I feel pretty good.

I checked into the hospital at 5:30am on Wednesday and went through all the pre-op stuff.  I had to take a pregnancy test...Negative.  Good thing otherwise there was some immaculate conception stuff going on.  I had to rinse my mouth with Listerine.  They said it was to rid my mouth of bacteria, I think they just didn't want to have a patient with stinky breath.  I had to swish my mouth with liquid Nystatin.  It was gross -  but Thrush is grosser, so I swished.  I got my IV...it took two trys.  Apparently I have thick skin for a fair skinned red head.  I have a nasty bruise where they first tried the IV.  I got a shot in my tummy...they said it would hurt - it didn't.  It was for blood clotting.  They let me pee.  Then they gave me something good in my IV, I remember one male nurse mentioned something about a margherita...I don't remember a whole lot after that.  The wheeled me into the OR and I remember a mask...

Next thing I was in the recovery room.  I was in and out - my throat hurt from the tube, and I really wanted water or something - but couldn't have it until I had my radiology stuff.  They got me right in there and I had to sip two kinds of nasty stuff  so they could make sure the band wasn't leaking and it was placed properly.  Everything looked good.  I was still in and out of it from the anesthesia.  I went back to the day surgery recovery area.  Once they had my radiology results - I had ice.  Best Stuff Ever.  I went pee, they took out my IV and I got dressed....I was on my way home at 12:30pm.

My best friends so far have been:  My recliner, my heating pad, a body pillow, vicodin and water to sip on.  I showered last night and that felt good.   I'm having only a little shoulder pain, and when I feel it - I get up and walk around...burp big and it goes away.  I haven't taken any of the gas meds I bought.  I'm not hungry, not in the phsycial sense - my head thinks i'm hungry though.  I keep thinking of my daughters birthday cake in the fridge or the pan of delicious spaghetti the church brought over for my family.  I'm well hydrated - but the protein intake is much harder to manage.  It all just tastes so foul and artificial.  I'm trying though.  

Anyway, I just wanted to give a little update.  I'm hanging in there.

XOXO,
Amy