a bit of a setback...

well, looks like the healing isn't going as it should be... which shouldn't be surprising, but lo and behold,  still as frustrating...

about 3 weeks ago, i started vomiting anytime i ate or drank. i was aware that this could be a problem going INTO the surgery, but this just seemed excessive. i slowed down my eating and drinking, went back to mushy foods, etc... Dr. Halpin said that this could be all normal, but i really don't feel like it is..

so on Wednesday, i went to the ER after getting some blood tests results, and being dehydrated. i was TOLD that i could get the upper GI that night if we went all the way to Good Sam from Oregon City, but yet again, there was some crap miscommunication.

this morning, i went and got the upper GI, and in the process of drinking the contrast, i threw it up.. SHOCKING. ugh. the radiologist who took the series was somewhat concerned with why the contrast wasn't going down and through my tummy like it should've, so at least now i know its not all in my head. so for now, i am waiting on a call from Dr. Halpin after she's reviewed the study, and we'll go from there..

I'm still not regretting my choice to get the sleeve. overall, its helped my health more than i every though.. I'm just frustrated with the fact my body isn't healing how it should've been... i get annoyed that gene is stuck coming to the hospital to visit me or make sure I'm not dying. i am frustrated that I'm told one minute things are fine, and the next they may not be. i frustrated that the ONLY person in my family that seems to care about how my health is is my dad. I'm frustrated. period. end of story.

i just hope i can get some answers here shortly. i cant keep stringing along my husband. i cant keep hoping for better health.

I'm exhausted. I'm weak. I'm tired. its getting old.

i've seen the light

Well, it happened... I have had surgery!

The day of surgery was rough... I don't really remember much from that day, other than the unimportant things... My nerves were running on HIGH SPEED, and I was really scared... I don't think I was gonna die or anything, but there are horrible things that can happen that don't include death..

Thank God, none of those things happened...

Post-surgery was ROUGH in the hospital... Right after I woke up, I just remember thinking 'what the hell did I do?!?'.. I kept wanting to get up, thinking that if I maybe moved around and walked, I would feel better... I made a few trips with gene there from the bed to the door, but I couldn't go much farther..

Needless to say, the pain pump was my best friend.

I found out that the sleeve causes a lot of nausea, which I most certainly had. They gave me lots of Zofran, which actually caused me to have to stay an extra day. The painful headaches from Zofran caused Dr. Halpin to worry, and I stayed an extra night. They switched me to Phenergrin, which is what Gene and I said would work for me... Guess we showed them! ;-)

Gene was with me the first day to keep me company. He was amazing. He made sure the staff kept me well taken care of, and also supported me with everything he has. He told me how proud of me he was for trying to get active so short after surgery, and made me feel supported. I really think he is trying to make me the most sucessfull I can be, even if sometimes I get a bit defensive... I'm so grateful for him..

My sister friend, chels, came and spent ALL DAY Thursday with me... Who has a friend willing to spend an entire day in the hosptial with you??? She kept me laughing and entertained, which was a welcomed distraction! Cory picked me up on Friday, as gene had to work... He's my knight in shiney armor! He always is able to bail me out when I just have no idea what to do!

So I've now been home since Friday afternoon. Its hard. Harder than I though. I want so badly to feel normal, but the pain, nausea, and weakness aren't allowing me to do so. The most callories I've had in a day are a little over 400. 400??? That's like a MEAL in my fmr life! I've been having issues getting the protien amount (75g) I need in. Its hard when one minute I'm hungry, and as soon as I feel it, its gone!

The pain is getting better each day, but the more I try to push myself, the more I set back. I tried cleaning today, which has me back in bed, in pain... I feel horrible that gene has to clean when he gets home, but I also don't know how else to keep the house clean.. I hate living in disorganization...

My stomach is also starting to heal. It looked BAD! But the glue is starting to come off, and bruises are fading... I took pictures as reminders for later on down the line, where I started.

Well, I think ima go lay down a little bit. I'm excited to see what my progress is going to be like!