So I’m 19 days post VSG, and I am soooo tired of vomiting! I’m supposed to be in the soft food stage, but pretty much everything that goes in comes right back. So far I’ve been able to keep down 2-3 tablespoons of mashed potatoes, applesauce and one time refried beans. It’s to the point where even when I’m hungry I don’t want to eat because I dread throwing it up AGAIN. I get my fluids in but protein is an issue. And I can’t take my Bariatric chewies because they come right back up too.
Basically I’m living on 64oz of wasted, 200 calories and on a good day 13-14g of protein if I can get a shake to stay down. I’m constantly tired and could probably sleep all day if that was an option.
I’m on protonix in the morning, carafate every 6 hours and nexium and Prilosec at night along with my regular medications.
I’m just so angry and depressed at this point. I wish I had never done this. It’s like I worked so hard and jumped through so many hoops for 18 months just to wish I’d die. Let me clarify that I’m not suicidal, but if something happened tomorrow and I didn’t wake up, I honestly don’t feel like I’d care. I get no pleasure from life. It’s not missing food. It’s that I literally don’t care about anything at this point. Everyone says I worked really hard for this and it will get better and blah blah blah. But I don’t see it.
I’m sorry this is depressing. But I had to let it out somewhere and since everyone just keeps saying you’re fine you’re doing great whatever when I’m NOT, I thought I’d post it here.
This has been a terrible experience since day 6 post op. I’m just hating I had this done.
Am I alone in feeling like this? Everyone else just seems so damn happy.
Basically I’m living on 64oz of wasted, 200 calories and on a good day 13-14g of protein if I can get a shake to stay down. I’m constantly tired and could probably sleep all day if that was an option.
I’m on protonix in the morning, carafate every 6 hours and nexium and Prilosec at night along with my regular medications.
I’m just so angry and depressed at this point. I wish I had never done this. It’s like I worked so hard and jumped through so many hoops for 18 months just to wish I’d die. Let me clarify that I’m not suicidal, but if something happened tomorrow and I didn’t wake up, I honestly don’t feel like I’d care. I get no pleasure from life. It’s not missing food. It’s that I literally don’t care about anything at this point. Everyone says I worked really hard for this and it will get better and blah blah blah. But I don’t see it.
I’m sorry this is depressing. But I had to let it out somewhere and since everyone just keeps saying you’re fine you’re doing great whatever when I’m NOT, I thought I’d post it here.
This has been a terrible experience since day 6 post op. I’m just hating I had this done.
Am I alone in feeling like this? Everyone else just seems so damn happy.