Saturday June 16, 2018 – 6:30am–three days post-surgery
I guess this is a sort of a morning pages entry because my brain is still kind of fried. Potatoes. When will I see another potato? Not that I want one. Don’t want anything. Must keep taking sips. So far I’m still carrying IV fluid I think—pee not dark. Or maybe I’m doing it. I don’t know.
feel: tired and achy. Weak and low energy. Hmm sounds like I just had surgery,
heh. No drugs to take the edge off—sucks that they were out of liquid Tylenol
yesterday. Mercifully, I’m not in what I think of as post-surgical pain at all.
Truthfully, the only really bad piece is the right side of my neck. I have no
idea why. It went away for a while when they a) gave me Imitrex and b) sent me
home, but I woke up with it again. Possibly from weird pillowing.
were gone in the hospital, but now I’m back to catland, so I’m draining. At
least I’m not puking when I yack up stuff, the way I was that ghastly first
night. It feels like I got more anesthesia than I’m used to. Apparently I looked
really bad in the recovery room—some nurse told my folks (A, T, Ryan) that
they’d probably be keeping me through the weekend! Although they did keep me
till the afternoon. Maybe those dozen spoonfuls of tomato soup freed me.
poop. Everything except water has some solid components, and our bodies can’t
use them, so out they go. I just figured this out. Duh. I was thinking maybe my
bowel would have a break.
to my scale, I lost a bit over 25 pounds prepping for the surgery. I kept
recounting the pounds—seriously? That much?
here with a sippee cup half full of protein shake. It’s half full because
that’s about all my stomach can hold right now. For the visual: Last week, my
stomach could hold about a small mixing bowl worth—Thanksgiving dinner—and now
. . . I have a juice glass. A very upset and angry juice glass, which is making
weird sensations and tiny noises, as this is really My First Meal. Or at least
that’s the goal. I’ve had what you could call nibbles for the past two days,
mostly pudding and yogurt to help me choke down *shudder* powdered pills.
sippee cup is to regulate my sips. (It sounds so dumb when I put it that way.)
A minute amount, about a half teaspoon or so at a time.
have been catching up on sleep as if I were getting paid for it. I have the
annoying misfortune to need a lot of sleep anyway—I run best on 10 CPAP-monitored
hours—and you don’t even have the opportunity for that in the hospital. And I
got maybe three hours that first horrible night. I was so sleepy! But the dry
heaves kept coming.
Sunday, 6/17/18 6am
not at home in my body. These early mornings are the worst, without so much as
tea to get me going.
January 5, 2019, 7 a.m.
was six and a half months ago. I can tolerate a limited amount of caffeine now—more
than one cup of coffee makes me jittery. I’m on a “normal” diet, which means I
can eat most regular food as long as I obsess over protein. Protein: I got put
back on the shakes when a huge amount of my hair fell out. (Fortuitously, I had
a lot of hair to begin with, so it’s not noticeable.) A protein shake—a good
one—has something like 30 grams of protein, which is more than is in a whole
pound of beef.
changed: I now weigh 214 pounds, meaning I’ve lost almost 70 pounds, 50 of that
post-surgery. (The prep was draconian, ending with two shakes a day and a Lean
Cuisine. I was starving! But it slimmed down my liver enough to let my surgeon
do the procedure laparoscopically.) I’ve gone from a size 26 to a size 18 in pants,
and have dropped down two bra sizes as well (four inches from the band and one
cup size). Many parts of my body are beginning to do the shar-pei thing—I have
pleats under my butt and along my legs. The bones and muscles in my arms show
now. (My daughter was fascinated by this. She kept squeezing my forearms
because she could. I told her to stop after I bruised from it. [She didn’t grab
all that hard, but I’m on a blood thinner for non-surgery heart issues.])
sit next to me on the T and the bus now. I can cut my toenails with ease. I can
even cross my legs. Interestingly, I seem to need an hour or two less sleep. My
stamina is improving, and I no longer walk with a cane or need physical therapy.
downside: I was expecting it, but it’s pretty brutal. I used to be well
insulated in my own blubber, but now that so much of it is gone, I am freezing!
I’m sitting here in a shawl, after going and goosing the thermostat up to 74.
Heavy sock slippers. Sweaters are my friend. I’m glad I’ve slimmed down to
where I can wear my down jacket again.
Thanksgiving was . . . a little sad. No big pigout for me. However, it was the
only time I’ve actively missed having a normal-sized tummy. Most of the time,
it’s been fine. I remember how dire it sounded before I really looked into the
surgery, and I can assure the curious that it’s no big deal. I get (a little)
hungry, and I eat little meals. Restaurants are a pain, because I am limited to
appetizers, else I end up taking it home and eating it at least twice more.
(Portions in this country are as massive as you’ve heard.)
is approaching tl;dr, so I’ll stop here for now. Thanks for reading, and feel
free to ask questions!