Well the day was 9/12/12. The day that my life really began.
I get up at 4:00 AM after tossing and turning and waking up every hour. I took my shower with the sterile soap that they gave me.
So we head out around 5ish. We arrive at the hospital, I get registered and sent up to 4th floor!
Then the fun begins! I get this sexy hospital gown along with tubes going in and out of me! And to top it all off I get the blue shower cap! Oh yeah ready for a good time!
At this point, to my surprise, I was pretty calm and ready to go.
So I say my "I love yous and see yas" to Brent, Elizabeth and my father in law.
I get wheeled to the back after they give me feel good medicine. I arrive in the OR and see big silver UFO shaped lights and next thing I know they are sticking this gas mask on me and telling me to take 5 deep breaths. I think I got to 3 or 4 and then I was out.
Next thing I know people were yelling at me to wake up in the Post-OP area and checking my stats and everything and I was good to go.
Well come to find out I thought it was like 9 or 10 am but it was 12! I was able to have people come back to see me, to make sure I was a-okay! Brent and my parents came back. And that's when I found out why it took so long. Brent told me the surgeon wasn't at one point sure if he could do it laparoscopically . Because since most of my fat is in my belly area, that caused my liver to be super fatty. And it was/would be in the way. But thankfully and luckily he was able to do it laparoscopically. Now I have 7 battle scars on me and I feel like 50 cent...the rapper.
I spent 3 days in the hospital...2 days to long. I was about to tell them throw me in the insane part of the hospital! I was straight up starting to get cabin fever! I was dirty, I was tired of being poke and prodded, and I was just plan tired. I wanted my own house and bed.
Now my time in the hospital was great. MUSC has been totally wonderful this whole process! Now my pain was relatively low. I don't think it got past a 5. I was walking the next day and getting the gas out of my belly. And the docs where impressed with my progress. So yay me!
So I went home and the transition was a wee bit harder than I thought. Not pain wise but the mental wise. It was a hard adjustment food wise. Nothing serious just like ooh okay I have to eat pureed foods...boo! But it's all good.
But I survived and I'm doing well. I'm really glad with my progress so far. I'm glad I've done it!
So that is my blog about my experience and I want to thank everyone for the prayers and positive thoughts and for just checking on me! Thanks y'all! :)