So we will use this picture. This was taken earlier in June in St. Michael's Maryland. Bernie and I had decided to head down for the day and lo and behold they were having a wine festival. So knowing that we were soon approaching the time that I wouldn't be able to enjoy the things that I love, namely wine and good food, we decided to take the last few weeks before surgery to partake and "live it up" last supper style. We spent the afternoon trying all kinds of wine, had crabs and oysters on the dock, and had a great time. We can use this picture as a before..
So today is one week post op. This time last week I was in recovery, waiting for transport to my room. I had a private room, which was great on a healing perspective. It's hard enough getting woken up every hour to be poked and prodded. No rest for anyone, but I understand they had to do what they had to do.
I had a wonderful staff of nurses and patient care techs... I even got a card from them from the hospital. I will tell you that they have this down to a T... and my experience was great, even though I did have to stay an extra day. Tuesday I was pretty much out of it, but on Wednesday evening, I said something to the nurse that I felt like I had a fever, and lo and behold I did. Slight, so on Thursday when I should have been released, they ended up doing a swollow test and running more bloodwork. So because of all of this, I had to stay and extra day, but whatever it took. My doctor laughed at me because as soon as I could on Friday, I got up, took a shower, and was dressed sitting in a regular chair waiting for the okay to get sprung.. and I did once my boodwork came back okay.
It really hasn't been that bad. I'm trying like hell to make sure that I do everything right. I don't want to loose my hair... So even though the nurses aren't pushing that I get my protien in immediately, I am trying my darndest to get as much as I can in. I am constantly drinking , or should I say sipping on something to keep myself hyraded.
I decided to do this blog a bit ago, but figured that I would really start it once I was off from work post surgery. I want to have a record of this journey, and if this can be inspiration to someone, then perfect. I know that I asked a lot of questions, did research on the internet etc. This decision to undergo surgery was not something that I took lightly. This has been something that I have been thinking about for a few years, but wasn't ready to make the step. So here is my story.
I was average as a small kid, but a bit "chunky". I watched my daughter go through a "chunky" stage and I remember that. I don't know if she got teased in school or not, but she blossomed into a curvey young lady. I remember her wanting to be thin like her friends, but she matured earlier than them. And when she did, she had "curves", just like I did. How do you tell a young girl, who's body is changing that curves are a good thing, and that those skinny girls will get them much later, if even at all. Watching her struggle with these things brought back so many bad memories for me.
I remember in school, elementary - the kids used to call me "Tank". I never told anyone that till recently. I guess starting on this journey has been able make me more "open" about my issues. I have always been very sensitive about my weight. I ate to feel good, I ate when I was angry, or depressed. I just ate, and even though to every one on the surface, I didn't really eat much, I was a closet eater. I would buy things and hide them to enjoy when I needed it. Food was my drug. I can come clean about this now because I don't want to go back there, and maybe by exposing myself, I won't ever go back there. I have never told anyone my weight, not even my husband who I know loves me no matter what. I will reveal my weight when I started this journey once I find out what it was. You see I had to go through classes, etc, so I really don't know what the starting weight was because I didn't want to know so I didn't look. I can tell you that my defining moment came on my trip to England this year. I was in complete discomfort on the way over due to the seatbelt. I was bound and determined that I wasn't going to need an extention, however, on the way back, I knew I couldn't sit with my knee's bent in the same position and when we tried to buckle it, it was tighter than on the way over, I had to break down and ask for an extention. Needless to say I was much more comfortable, however, I have never been so humiliated in my life, hence, the end to my beginning.
I need to take a break right now and regroup. Writing just this little bit has taken me by surprise and I need a break. more to come......
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