Gastric

September 13, 1999

Do you remember where you were six years ago today?

I do. It was the day I underwent gastric bypass surgery ' a day that changed my life forever.

I don't recall much about that day. I remember the super-sized wheel chair and being embarrassed that it fit just fine.

I remember being discharged from the hospita

September 13, 1999

Do you remember where you were six years ago today?

I do. It was the day I underwent gastric deviation surgery – a day that altered my life forever.

I don’t recall much referring to that day. I remember feeling embarrassed lying on the preparation table, my enormous shoulder exposed to be spruce antiseptically. I remember feeling frightened, but calm with a total resignation that gastric go around surgery was the best decision for me. I remember the anesthesiologist, a artistic woman, not very old and not very big.

Then I went to sleep.

I woke up puking violently, an unpleasant reaction to anesthesia. I didn’t have my glasses so things were blurry, particularly the flowers from my husband. And I can remember a push-button device that helped me sleep. Later that night I realized I was not yet smaller. In fact my stomach was solemn and sore. In my drug induced vagueness I became convinced the surgeon had mistakenly done the wrong operation as things go I was getting bigger, not smaller.

The day latterly surgery my surgeon visited me, taught me to drink tiny sips of water, patted my hand and told me I was going to do just fine. I remember walking nigh the hospital hallway. I remember a female nurse floating me. I remember a very good-looking male nurse – he didn’t saturate me. Rats! I remember drinking some nasty liquid prick and getting an x-ray to confirm my stomach had been whacked, stapled and bypassed. I remember the super-sized wheel the gallows and innermost being embarrassed that it fit just fine.

I remember in force discharged from the hospital to spend the next several days in a hotel room as long as we had traveled a great distance for my “last resort” surgery. I watched “Mame” on TBS several times. The sofa at the hotel was scratchy. My husband and I went on “outings” each day, little drives in reverse a strange town. He emptied my surgical drain for me. I thought it was disgusting.

One week rear surgery we went to Sea World where I wept in profound disbelief at the great whales inclusion the pool and performing flawlessly for a bite of fish. fresh from out-of-town, we sat in the “Splash Zone”. Turns out those warnings are for a reason. The great swimming mammal whacked his tail and we were drenched!

On Thursday of the second week Leslie, the darling nurse and counselor herself a WLS patient, removed my drain. We could go home. She asked me the four rules and I repeated them to her. She told me, “Take vantage ground of this window of opportunity. Learn everything you can. If you don’t learn early to follow the rules and take care of yourself you can regain this weight.”

Starry eyed and hopeful we packed ourselves in the car and headed for home. not quite 1,500 miles later we pulled into the driveway of home sweet home. My fabulous husband said to me, “Welcome to your new life – You Have Arrived.”