I had a near heart failure yesterday but can look back with humor today thanks to dear hubby. Surgery was 9/20/12 so not quite a week out and recovery has seemed unbelievably easy. Still on liquids with protein added, jello and frozen SF Blue Bell bullets. Not necessarily happy with that choice but I am doing my best to be compliant. Yesterday was red jello day and for those of you who have been through the post surgery diet you will understand what I mean when I say -- Do Not Trust Farts!. I felt the need to 'pass air' so was hurrying as fast as I am able to the bathroom but did not get there in time. I literally had red fluid running down my legs, my underwear went straight to the trash. Fortunately hubby was home so when I cried out that I was 'bleeding' he came running. I literally thought that I was bleeding out. There was that much red goo to deal with. Calm Jerry just said, Weren't you eating red jello today? My mind had not gone there. It had run straight to disaster and how was I going to explain this to the small rural ER that we have in this hometown. When my heart rate returned to normal, I sprayed with peroxide and no chemical action occured so I knew that Jerry was correct in that it was only red jello. I believe I will pass on the rest of my red jello packages. What is your story?

HA! I had a similar incident. My wife had some sort of surgery, I think it was her hiatal hernia repair, she got a prescription for 2 big bottles of some sort of bright red liquid pain killer. She was doing OK and both of us generally don't take pain meds unless we really NEED them. I was doing a lot of work on an outdoor project of mine and was getting really sore and bruised up and in quite a lot of pain so I took some. It worked well so for the next week I took a small shot of this before bed. About 3 days in I was "takin' care of business" in the bathroom and wiped only to see a bright red smear on the paper. Gawd, I'm bleedin' like a stuck pig I thought, then I remembered the "red sauce" I was taking. Had me worried for a few moments. And YES, I know it's not "kosher" to take some one else's scrip but did it this one time.

I know the first time I barfed post-op was pretty scary too. I could imagine me turning my sleeve inside out and into my throat. I almost upchucked in a restaurant a few times too, back shortly after post-op when "too much" was just a teaspoon and could feel my sleeve rumbling and protesting. I managed to walk one off, the other time I made it home and puked. What sweet relief!

On another funny note: A friend of ours who worked at a hospital told about a mother and daughter who came in to the emergency room complaining about bright green stools. They had everyone baffled and everyone was wondering what type of infection or disease would turn your poop green, till they could finally produce a sample. It wasn't green ... it was florescent green. Turns out both of them had eaten like 4 tubes of Christmas cookie dough EACH, you know the ones with the Christmas tree shape in the center. Some people

There has been some truly scary moments, but I think the pre-journey phase when they realized I had a tumor in my stomach (the original reason for deciding to go ahead and get the sleeve), and just after surgery - my Mom died on my 1 week anniversary.

There has been some truly scary moments' date=' but I think the pre-journey phase when they realized I had a tumor in my stomach (the original reason for deciding to go ahead and get the sleeve), and just after surgery - my Mom died on my 1 week anniversary.[/quote']

Omg pookeyism. I am sooo sorry