UsernameTaken

Hope you are doing better! Thinking of you!

Wishing you a speedy recovery!!!

Hopefully they are giving you abx AND fluids via iv as well whilst you are staying overnight. Fluids are very important as well. Just take ALL your medicine as directed and you should recover nicely. May need a few extra days off work though. Keep up the good work. And yes I always get copies of all my own labs, test results and scans for myself. Good thing you did too. Good luck!

@@Sheriberi
Did you have much of pain where the port was after revision?
I am 2 weeks out and that area is hard and swollen, scar itself is healed and is fine but inside is what's bothering me. Wonder how long this should last.

So I am still slowly getting better, was able to go to church today, grocery shop and hang out with my doggies at the park. My nausea is almost gone and I am so excited about that. I think today is the first day I felt hunger, it scared me at first but then I was grateful because I rather have this and eat what I am supposed to instead of being sick and nauseous all the time. Things are starting to look up finally after 3 weeks of suffering, just hope my wound heal up quickly and without any problems.

@@DaisyGirl10
Heating pad helps for gas pain
I had my revision from band to bypass on May 13th, having a tough recovery as I had complications but I trust it does get better. Hang in there

So I am still slowly getting better, was able to go to church today, grocery shop and hang out with my doggies at the park. My nausea is almost gone and I am so excited about that. I think today is the first day I felt hunger, it scared me at first but then I was grateful because I rather have this and eat what I am supposed to instead of being sick and nauseous all the time. Things are starting to look up finally after 3 weeks of suffering, just hope my wound heal up quickly and without any problems.

Great post!sp very sorry for your loss:( I have a close relative that chooses to smoke even though he takes a handful of meds twice a day and has diabetes but he refuses to quit. It hurts me to see this because I feel it's selfish that he doesn't care that he will leave his family way earlier before its time and her nothing I can do about it.
I am sorry he is not here for you, I lost my dad in 1999 to pancreatic cancer, I was daddy's girl... Even though many years have passed I still miss him lots and wish he was here.
Hang in there dear, your beautiful wings are growing

Great news @@UsernameTaken! I hope you keep improving every day!

I know exactly how hard that is! Hang in there
I am 3 weeks off now, will be 4 on Friday and today is first day that I almost don't have nausea and was able to eat. It will get better, that I see now... I honestly didn't think it would...

@@Daisee68
I love your post! Thank you for sharing it!

I had mine a week before surgery, then I got it again 2 days after surgery... I am now 5 days late and know for sure I am not pregnant. I also stopped my bc a month before surgery so I am sure it's all out of whack.

Everyone who knows me knows how close I am to my mom. She is my sounding board, my confidant, my cheerleader.
For as long as I remember she’s told me: “All I want is for you to spread your wings fly.” She’s wanted me to fly, told me to fly, done all she can to help me fly.
Before, I didn’t realize how out of control I was – of my life, of my destiny, of my world, and of the world around me. I did not realize how little, we as people, have control of. I didn’t realize how very young I was compared to how old I felt.
I did not realize it Before. Not until After did I understand life makes us no promises. I did not realize that nothing last forever – not really. In my wide-eyed, naiveté I did not realize the fragility of life and of people – not really. I didn’t understand (truly understand) that strongest of us fall. That othing last forever.
That came into sharp focus on November 14, 2014.
In September 2014, I was 24-years-old and over 300 pounds. I wasn’t happy, but I wasn’t miserable. I was cute, but I was safe. I was the funny one, the extrovert, the wingman to skinnier, prettier friends. I was comfortable. I was invisible. I was fun in social situations. I could laugh at myself – or lash out if I needed to.
I had job I enjoyed, family and friends I loved, and I had just started graduate school. My life was going somewhere. I was going somewhere.
My heart was shattered on September 28, 2014. My father was rushed to the hospital for pneumonia. Or so I thought.
“I have lung cancer,” he told me. His voice shook in a very un-Frank Meyer way. But cancer is not something that would happen to my family. It would only happen to others less fortunate than I. By the time he died sex weeks later, we knew it had spread to his brain and his bones. He had one treatment and never got out of bed.
I did not realize before the black, acidic six-letter word left his mouth how out of control I was. Not until I was helping my 62-year-old mother care for my dying father in home hospice. Not until I watched him deteriorate of the course of 6 weeks, while attending school at night and working full-time. Not until finally watching him die 3 days after my 25th birthday. Not until I heard the faceless ghosts leave my home with the shell of what used to be my father in a bag at eleven at night. Not until I truly lost what was important – something I could never get back – did I understand.
Before my world was pulled from under me I had considered weight loss surgery, though never seriously.
Monday, December 29th, 2014, I had my first appointment.
“I want you to fly,” my mother told me. But I was too fat to fly.
Because even in grief, I was furious with my father. He was my rock, my constant – but he was not a healthy person. He ate poorly his entire life and he smoked for forty years (two thirds of his). Even today, I am hurt and angry that for eleven years of my life he chose to slowly kill himself.
At no point did he look at me – his daughter and only child – and think I was worth more than these choices? Did the food and the cigarettes mean more to him than I did?
Rationally, I understand my dad did not abandon me. But he is not here.
Rationally, I understand that I am now 26, an adult and in control of my future. But there are times when I am 5 years old and begging him to come back.
My father was 66 when he passed. I never thought of 33 as being middle-aged.
At 25, I was not going to by middle-aged at 12.
July 20, 2015 I had gastric sleeve surgery.
There are things in this world worth fighting for. My own health is work fighting for. My own happiness is worth fighting for.I am worth fighting for
“I want you to fly,” my mother told me. And I know now my feet will never touch the ground again.

It took about a week to 10 days to hear back on my approval. I also have basic option and no deductible just copay for hospital, surgeon, anesthesiologist etc.

@@deanieluv6
Aww you are so fresh out from surgery and it is very overwhelming.
I had mine on May 13 and just today I can say I am starting to feel better. I had some complications so i took some steps back but everyone heals at their own pace. You have to listen to your body. I still can't meet my Water and Protein goal but each day I do my best and I know eventually I will get there. It's scary, I know, but hang in there, do best you can with time you will get there.

I know exactly how hard that is! Hang in there
I am 3 weeks off now, will be 4 on Friday and today is first day that I almost don't have nausea and was able to eat. It will get better, that I see now... I honestly didn't think it would...

So I am still slowly getting better, was able to go to church today, grocery shop and hang out with my doggies at the park. My nausea is almost gone and I am so excited about that. I think today is the first day I felt hunger, it scared me at first but then I was grateful because I rather have this and eat what I am supposed to instead of being sick and nauseous all the time. Things are starting to look up finally after 3 weeks of suffering, just hope my wound heal up quickly and without any problems.

@@UsernameTaken im sorry u r dealing with it also, just the thought, smell, taste of food makes me nauseous, and ppl say well u have 2 force yourself to eat, but its hard when u KNOW its gonna come right back up, im even taking reglen and it doesnt help, i know in my head i need 2 eat, cause im pretty weak get worn out from simplist things but my stomachs says no, im not sure what to do, im pretty frustrated at this point.

@Lana R.
@UsernameTaken
I'm so sorry this is happening to you guys. I really hope it passes sooner than later. Wishing you well!!

So happy to hear you are on the mend finally. All things will be more positive from this point forward.

Thanks for the update.

It only gets better from here. Glad to hear you're doing better. Keep your chin up, you're doing great!

So I am still slowly getting better, was able to go to church today, grocery shop and hang out with my doggies at the park. My nausea is almost gone and I am so excited about that. I think today is the first day I felt hunger, it scared me at first but then I was grateful because I rather have this and eat what I am supposed to instead of being sick and nauseous all the time. Things are starting to look up finally after 3 weeks of suffering, just hope my wound heal up quickly and without any problems.

So I am still slowly getting better, was able to go to church today, grocery shop and hang out with my doggies at the park. My nausea is almost gone and I am so excited about that. I think today is the first day I felt hunger, it scared me at first but then I was grateful because I rather have this and eat what I am supposed to instead of being sick and nauseous all the time. Things are starting to look up finally after 3 weeks of suffering, just hope my wound heal up quickly and without any problems.

So I am still slowly getting better, was able to go to church today, grocery shop and hang out with my doggies at the park. My nausea is almost gone and I am so excited about that. I think today is the first day I felt hunger, it scared me at first but then I was grateful because I rather have this and eat what I am supposed to instead of being sick and nauseous all the time. Things are starting to look up finally after 3 weeks of suffering, just hope my wound heal up quickly and without any problems.