girliegreeneye

Hi Ally I am sorry you two had to experience such a scary situation! What makes yours even scarier is that you were bringing a life into the world when you nearly lost yours. If I didn't have the money I assume they wouldn't have let me leave, or they would have arrested me or something. Thank you for your sincere thoughts. Best luck to you!

I have thyroid, and this could be the cause of your symptoms, it could also have something to do with anemia, vitamin defficency or low blood pressure. You may want to schedule an appointment with your dr and have them do a CBC and a chemistry panel. It is in your best interest, your body will thank you.

@nothingupmysleeve. The hospital where I had my sleeve done should have done something sooner to stop the bleeding.

Thank you all for your kind words, and yes it was a miracle! Scripps explained a lot to me, also, my mother who has been a hematologist for 30 years explained that when you bleed to much your body will be unable to clot/close up your wounds, making a recovery without a transfusion impossible! Hind sight is 20/20. I hope all of you the best of luck, and just really wanted to share my experience, in hopes it will help some one.

Every morning I wake I thank god for a new day on this earth! After all I have been through in the past 9 days, has seriously made me a new person. I am 9 days post-op sleeve gastrectomy. I can remember, like it just occurred, I felt so cold, I said, I have a fever, the nurse checked, and said, your ok. I noticed on my monitor that my heart rate had jumped to 121, Blood pressure which typically ran high was, jaw dropping low. The nurses kept emptying my drain, over and over, I had lost 3 liters of blood-within 3 hours, that is not including what she threw out prior to feeling that there was reason for concern. My once jovial upbeat nurse, had turned invisibly concerned. -I remember feeling what seemed like a dark veil, like a light filter of smoked glass. Every thing seemed so dark.- The doctor came in, and I am not quite sure if he knew I was experiencing all of the tell tale signs of shock from blood loss, but he started explaining how well everything had gone through out the surgery, he smiled and explained something, I can't recall exactly what -this time was such a blur- He spoke in such a happy manner, and he asked me at this time, "how are you feeling?" I think I answered with "I'm well", as I felt my self drifting away. My life flashed before my eyes, I re-lived some of my happiest moments in my life, and the light was coming. -my husband after recovery, explained that, I passed out and they rushed me into emergency surgery to find out where the leak was because I was showing signs of shock post op hour 4.- I guess this is when they realized something was severely wrong; When I awoke they were pumping me full of clotting factors, plasma, foreign blood and Vitamin K potassium, saline, and a plethora of other foreign things. --Every one was standing around me like it was a funeral.-- After all this, the medical professionals said, it wasn't enough, "your blood won't clot, did you write in your medical form about family history of a bleeding disorder,?" I explained, it was in my medical form. I have been tested twice, and am negative for von willebrand's disorder They were still emptying my full drain every 5 minutes, the doctor stated that You need platelets, and a man comes in asking for $2000. To cover the expense of the blood I was just given. They started to fill me with platelets and a short time later, the doctor came to check up on me, looked at me and said what is this, pointing at my face. I felt my face, and I had blisters all over my cheeks, it expeditiously got worse and my eyes closed due to some sort of "allergic reaction" to what ever they had put into me, according to the Dr. My breathing was harder now than it had ever been in my life, they filled my veins full of cortisone. -at this point, I am unsure if I am still alive, but tinkering with the thought that I have passed away and am in hell experiencing the pain that was due to me for my sins on earth - Fever rose, heart rate rose, blood pressure spiked. Gasps- I couldn't seem to get any air. My lungs were saturating with the foreign blood they over prescribed me. I was choking on their error, literally. At this point the doctors assistant comes in with a folder, with a bill for services, additional to the $6500 I had already paid. Mind you, I am in Mexico for this procedure, what they had originally quoted me $4300, and are adding an additional $1700 to the cost. They needed it now to give me another round of blood. I explained to the doctor, "I do not have any more money, I just want to go home. This has been such a nightmare! I wish I had never come to Mexico." I explained that I had already booked my flight for tomorrow morning, and do not want to miss my flight, I just want to go back to America. Doctor explained he couldn't allow me to go home, he said, you can stay here and continue incurring bills or you can be transported via ambulance to Scripps in Chula Vista. He explained that he would pay the $500 for the ambulance to the border. I just wanted out of that horrible hospital!!!! My experience was, let's just say, much worse than my wildest nightmares, my worst fears come to life, a walk through hell and back. I went to Scripps, and thank GOD. I thank God that I lived, that I will be able to kiss my children good night again, and every morning that I wake up, I thank God, forgiving me more time with my family, and I thank God for each and every minute I am able to walk this earth, this story could have ended differently, I might not have made it. I thank God that I am recovering so quickly, and am making great strides, every day gets a little better, a little easier. Mostly, I thank God, because I appreciate more, I respect more, I now know there is a greater purpose for me, and it is my mission, to see that his will is fulfilled. I was never a deeply religious person, but after this, so many opportunities where I could have perished. But I didn't. I was saved. For this I will forever be grateful! I implore that anyone who is planning on going through any Bariatric surgery, please be informed of what the complications could be, I wouldn't wish that I went through on my worst enemy.

Every morning I wake I thank god for a new day on this earth! After all I have been through in the past 9 days, has seriously made me a new person. I can remember, like it just occurred, I felt so cold, I said, I have a fever, she checked, and said, your ok. My heart rate was at 121, Blood pressure which typically ran high was, jaw dropping low. The nurses kept emptying my drain, over and over, I had lost 3 liters of blood-within 3 hours, that is not including what she threw out prior to feeling that there was reason for concern. My once jovial upbeat nurse, had turned invisibly concerned. -I remember feeling what seemed like a dark veil, like a light filter of smoked glass. Every thing seemed so dark.- The doctor came in, and I am not quite sure if he knew I was experiencing the for mentioned, and started explaining how well everything had gone through out the surgery, he smiled and explained something, I can't recall exactly what -this time was such a blur to me-Dr. Cabrera in such a happy manner, asked me at this time, "how are you feeling?" I think I answered with "I'm well", as I felt my self drifting away. My life flashed before my eyes, I re-lived some of my happiest moments in my life, and the light was coming. -my husband after recovery, explained that, I passed out and they rushed me into emergency surgery to find out where the leak was because I was showing signs of shock post op hour 4.- I guess this is when they realized something was severely wrong; When I awoke they were pumping me full of clotting factors, plasma, foreign blood and Vitamin K potassium, saline, and a plethora of other foreign things. --Every one was standing around me like it was a funeral.-- After all this, they said, it wasn't enough, "your blood won't clot, did you write in your medical form about family history of a bleeding disorder,?" I explained, it was in my medical form. I have been tested twice, and am negative for vonwilderbrands disorder They were still emptying my full drain every 5 minutes, the doctor stated that I need platelets, and a man comes in asking for $2000. To cover the expense of the blood I was just given. They started to fill me with platelets and a short time later , the doctor came to check up on me, looked at me and said what is this, pointing at my face. I felt my face, and I had blisters all over my cheeks, it expeditiously got worse and my eyes closed due to some sort of allergic reaction to what ever they had put into me. My breathing was harder now than it had ever been in my life, they filled my veins full of cortisone. -at this point, I am unsure if I am still alive, but tinkering with the thought that I have passed away and am in hell experiencing the pain that was due to me for my sins on earth - Fever rose, heart rate rose, blood pressure spiked. Gasps- I couldn't seem to get any air. My lungs were saturating with the foreign blood they over prescribed me. I was choking on their error, literally. At this point the doctors assistant comes in with a folder, with a bill for services, additional to the $6500 I had already paid. Mind you, I am in Mexico for this procedure, what they had originally quoted me $4300, and are adding an additional 1700. To the cost. And they needed it now to give me another round of blood. I explained to the doctor, "I do not have any more money, I just want to go home. This has been such a nightmare! I wish I had never come to Mexico." I explained that I had already booked my flight for tomorrow morning, and do not want to miss my flight, I just want to go back to America. Doctor explained he couldn't allow me to go home, he said, you can stay here and continue incurring bills or you can be transported via ambulance to Scripps in Chula Vista. He explained that he would pay the $500 for the ambulance to the border. I just wanted out of that horrible hospital, my experience was, let's just say, much worse than my wildest nightmares, my worst fears come to life, a walk through hell and back. I went to Scripps, and thank GOD. There is little in my life I can say I experienced that felt very wrong, but this time in Mexico felt like the biggest mistake I have ever made in my life! Doctors who don't read your medical forms and just perform surgery on anyone. I thank God that I lived! I thank God that I will be able to kiss my children good night again, and every morning that I wake up, I thank God, for giving me more time with my family, and I thank God for each and every minute I am able to walk this earth, this story could have ended differently, I might not have made it. I thank God that I am recovering so quickly, and am making great strides, every day gets a little better, a little easier. Mostly, I thank God, because, I appreciate more, I respect more, I now know there is a greater purpose for me, and it is my mission to see that his will is fulfilled. I was never a deeply religious person, but after this, so many opportunities where I could have perished, have made me realize how very precious life really is and how your time could end at any minute.. Why am I writing this you may ask your self, well, I am hoping to help at least one person for making such a decision based on a whim. Please know what your getting into, this surgery is a major one. Be informed.