I had gastric bypass on March 3. I had planned on doing a daily update on here, but things didn't work out that way. There are several reasons. One I was too tired and in too much pain to sit at the computer. Two, it would have been a pity party post. Now that I am doing better I will go back and update.
I had to be at the hospital at 6:30 and my surgery was scheduled for 8:30. Brian wound up having to work until 2:45 am, so he was exhausted. We got to the hospital, I changed into my gown and they began hooking me up. I got an i.v., blood pressure cuff, O2 monitor, etc. They also put compression things on my leg that would inflate and deflate at various levels to keep blood flowing in my leg. About 8 they took me back to the OR. All I remember is looking up at the big lamp above me and the dr. talking to me about how to lay my head on a pillow he put behind my neck. He told me to point my chin up towards and the ceiling..... next thing I know I am being wheeled down the hallway to the recovery room. I was really confused. I didn't know where I was or what had happened. It was a strange feeling.
In the recovery room I was pretty much out of it. I would come around, they would ask me something and then I would go right back to sleep. At some point I did get to talk to Brian on the phone the nurse had.
Finally it was time to go to my room. Brian had left to go get Kris from school, so he wasn't there. As soon as I got to my room my dr. wanted me up out of bed and into the chair. That was a feat. I was so shaky and in pain. I managed to do it though. I sat in the chair and dozed while people came in and out to do vitals, blood, pain management, etc. Finally Brian and the boys got there. I had left my glasses with Cody and when Brian took them out of the backpack they were broken. That bummed me. I was already dizzy and not having my glassed didn't help. Luckily Brian was able to run to the store and get some super glue and fix them temporarily.
They stayed awhile and I went to bed. Some time during the night I woke up to a bunch a people in my room and they were on the phone to my doctor. Later I learned my O2 sat dropped into the low 80's and they were afraid I was in respiratory depression. They hooked me up to more monitors and to my CPAP machine with some O2 hooked in.
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