My brother Clayton brought me to the hospital and I had to check in by 7:45 am. Needless to say, it was a sleepless night. I had the most anxiety about the IV. My mom had bad veins and I had a feeling I would inherit them. Sure enough, I did. They stuck me 4 times before settling on the crook of my arm. Not very convenient, but whatever. Clayton was such a champ on keeping my mind off what was going to happen. He was a huge blessing.
I didn't go in until after 11. They wheeled me back and I then sat in the OR hall way for another 20 min. It was brutal. They wheeled me into the OR and asked me to move over to the operating table. And that's all I remember until waking up.
I woke up as Clayton was leaving for class. Lots of pain. Phew. I thought I prepared myself but I wasn't even close. I had excellent nurses and was doped up in no time.
I remember my friend Heidi coming and sister in law Anna. Don't remember what we talked about :) but they were there. Heidi helped me get up and walking the first time. Not too bad 4 hours post surgery!
Over the next 24 hours I just slipped in and out of sleeping. And Anna came back to drive me home. Having my staples and drain removed was NOT pleasant. Came home and went to bed.
The next morning I checked into a hotel and waited for my friend Hayley to come up to stay with me. The next few days were pretty rough. Vomiting and severe nausea. Nit good.
Came home Sunday night. I discovered I could start sleeping in my side and that has made all the difference!
Slowly but surely I'm getting stronger and feeling more like myself.
Oh! I've lost 22 lbs so far :)
Yay! Awesome. That takes so much courage (I am not good with pain)! Good luck and congrats!
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