I hate roller coasters. Big time. They scare the bejeezus out of me. When I was 17 I went to Disney World with my friends and practically threw up on Space Mountain. I vowed never to ride again. And I didn’t. Until May 10, 2010, the day of my gastric bypass. This time I really did throw up.
I don’t remember much about the day of the surgery. I don’t think I slept much the night before, showered early and got to the hospital at 6 a.m. Erica and I waited for a short time to be admitted. Then they are sticking a needle in my arm and I’m trying to back out. Erica said she’d kill me if I backed out, after putting her through months of emotional build up. I remember thinking how that seemed more appealing than surgery. Then my wise man T. Don showed up and somehow convinced me to sign the consent. Next thing I know, I’m lying in a regular hospital room clicking the little thingy for pain meds and checking out the hot nurses (I haven’t mentioned that part to Erica yet.)
I felt pretty good. I mostly slept and clicked the narcotic button the first day or two. The pain was negligible. They started me on Crystal Light and protein shakes a short time later and I went home just two days after the surgery. Big mistake that turned out to be. I spent two days sitting on the couch rejecting all the liquids I needed to stay hydrated. I simply couldn’t swallow anything. Period.
By the weekend I was in the hospital being rehydrated. They tanked me up with four liters and sent me back home, where I promptly stopped drinking again. I was bloated and full; I couldn’t swallow anything. By the next night I was back at the hospital, re-admitted. I wasn’t dealing with much pain, but there was no way I could keep myself hydrated. It took a few days of rest, but I guess some swelling in my belly finally started going down about a week after the surgery and I could swallow.
They let me go home on a full liquid diet about two days ago. I’m drinking and taking short walks, and I’m finally feeling a little of my strength return. But I think I’ve still got a ways to go. The good part is I’m already down 32 pounds.