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Scared to Get Skinny (My Surgery Story)
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Okay...haven't had Vicodin yet, this morning, so I'm a bit more on the conscious side. Surgery was scheduled for 9:15am yesterday.
The night before I was having the most terrible anxiety. Not about the procedure itself - more about the permanence of this procedure to my body. Every other diet/exercise plan I could quit. This isn't something I feel I can quit and I think that scared me. I know I sound like a major commitmentphobe, but I'm seriously not. I'm very happily married for 4 years, together with him for 5, so it doesn't touch other areas of my life.
Sitting there talking to DH, I figured out that I'm scared to get skinny. :cool: I built up this wall of fat to protect myself. It made A LOT of sense as to why I couldn't succeed in the past in losing weight. Because when I was fat, I felt okay being rejected by people because I could blame it on the fat. Now once I get skinny and I get rejected, I have to come to terms that it's because of something else. Yes - I plan to go get counseling. I already told myself that was a pre-requisite for me before I told myself for sure I could get banded. I just couldn't believe I was THAT controlled by my weight. It really did surprise me. Another thing I was reading in the binder given to me by my surgeon's office was that some people are afraid to lose their fat because they're afraid they'll lose their identity even if "fat" was not the identity they really wanted, anyway. So, yeah. I know when this obsession with food started and it was right after one of the biggest rejections of my life (at 8 years old). So I get to nip this in the bud so that I can move on and LIVE life.
Excuse the long psych session. Onto my surgery story. I was scheduled for 9:15, but they wheeled me in at 9: 47. I remember switching over to the operating table, getting my arms stretched out on those boards, then the anesthesiologist saying he was giving me a sedative and clunk - I was out. LOL He told me as he gave it to me that it would feel like I had had a margarita. I told him, "I don't know - I'm a lightweight!" He kind of chuckled like he didn't believe me and that's seriously the last thing I remember. haha
DH said the doc called him about 10:30 to let him know I was out and in recovery and that they'd let him in as soon as I woke up. They figured it would be about half an hour. He didn't mention a hernia to my DH, he just told him that I had behaved well and so did they. LOL I was soooo groggy. I'm not sure what time I woke up, but it was really hard to rouse myself. I told the nurse I had to pee and she laughed and said I'd have to wait a couple minutes (she could tell I was still weak from the drugs AND I was just in my gown). So eventually she wheeled me over to the bathroom because I kept saying I needed to pee.
Oh, almost forgot - before that, I woke up moaning in TERRIBLE pain. I don't want to scare anybody - I just want you to be aware (and at least I forgot it until now - so it wasn't traumatizing...LOL). I was moving my head back and forth and moaning. So they gave me a bunch of morphine and when that didn't work, they gave me a bunch of fentanel (sp?). It finally started to kick in, even though I still ached. She helped me get dressed and wheeled my bed to the bathroom. I walked in there, took care of business and then came out and she told me to walk over to this recliner. I walked over there all by myself - she seemed impressed. Finally they called my DH in. I was soooo happy to see him because I had kept asking for him. I think they wanted to wait until I was no longer moaning. LOL Didn't want to scare the guy. That was about 11:30.
They had me sit there for a bit to make sure my pain was under control. It was STILL hurting, so she broke a Vicodin in half and had me swallow those. OMG - that was AWFUL. It felt like I swallowed a razor blade when it got to my pouch. So then I was moaning from that. She had me swallow some Water to get it to dissolve quicker. She told me I might have to chew the Vicodin whenever I take it. I have opted, instead, to crushing them and putting them in watery applesauce or watery pudding with a couple scoops of Splenda to try and offset the taste. Ick.
We finally got out of there at about 2pm and made the 3-hour drive home. Of course, stopping every hour so that we could get out and walk around. But I made it through and feeling pretty good. I'll add more to the recovery stories thread.