Yes I am been MIA. And for good reason too.
I’ve been trying to sort the last 4 months out with my health.
On the 16th of May I underwent surgery for a gastric sleeve procedure.
It’s something that took me 2 years to think about and I decided it was the right decision. The day after myself and the family talked about it I booked in to see the specialist and everything started from there. I had 6 weeks to get everything done; tests, psychology appointments, dietitians, gastroscopy procedure, and a barium test (I will refuse to ever have another one!)
While going through the pre-op section I was doing it alone while my parents got in a 4 week cruise! Lucky for them. But I managed to get through it all and I felt so proud. If I can do this I can do the surgery and the post-op.
On the 16th of May 2016 at 12 pm my mum and I were driving to the hospital. I was a bundle of nerves! A part of me wanted to go home and just forget but I’ve come all this way; and let’s face it if I didn’t do something about my weight I may not live to see 30. I soldiered on. When I get nervous I tend to get crabby and I was taking it out on my mum and sister, God bless them.
My Surgery was at 1:30pm but it seemed that the doctors were behind and I finally got called to go in at 2:30pm. I changed and got on the operating bed. It’s really weird having to walk into the operating room. Everyone was so nice and encouraging. I was given a muscle relaxant and that’s the last thing I remember. Until i started to come round, I was in and out because the nurses were trying to feed me tablets most of the time.
Again I remember being rude to the first nurse; I felt so bad when i was told by my sister the next day. I was boiling when I was conscious. Around 11pm I was fully awake. I was in a bit of discomfort due to my hernia that they fixed up. But other than that I was great just groggy. I was up and moving to the toilet on my own.
I got a good night sleep! The next morning i was awake with tablets being put in my mouth, the nurse wanting me to shower, and them taking blood. I did at one point throw up my pain tablet, so they decided to give me it in the liquid form. I did physio 2-3 times a day and the next day before I was discharged.
Honestly I couldn’t wait to leave the hospital because the beds were uncomfortable and I wasn’t in my comfort zone. But I was also scared, I wouldn’t have nurses on hand to help me if I needed something. But I survived! I pretty much slept the first 2 days home. I learnt rather quickly not to try to hold number 2’s in.
Being on a fluid diet is not that great. I mainly had soups (drained), custard, yoghurt and ice blocks for two weeks. Then I had my first post-op check up he was happy with how things were going and then I went to the dietitian, she weighed me and I had at that point lost 7 kilos, I was so shocked! And I was approved to go onto soft foods. They were also all shocked to hear I wasn’t on pain medication when I was sent home, in fact I wasn’t given anything besides all the medications I had to take. But none for pain. it was the first time someone in 10 years had gone through like that.
That’s where my problems started. Unfortunately from that moment on I had started vomiting 3-6 times a day. I had no idea why it was happening, was it the food? Did i do something? Is it an infection? I was prescribed nausea medicine which helped for a good hour. After 4 weeks of this I decided to call up and get something done about this. So a week later I was in day surgery to get my sleeve stretched a little bit. Coming out of this round of anaesthetic was not great. I was vomiting and dizzy. But I over came that and was released and sent home. I fell asleep straight away once i landed on my bed. It took about another week for my vomiting to stop all together. You really have no idea how good that felt! Vomiting I can handle but nausea gets me down and I refuse to do anything.
From there on it was all good. I was eating food (maybe over doing it at times). I still have to slow down when I eat still but I am getting better.
3 weeks before the 3 month mark I had lost 30 kilos. And I honestly didn’t think i had. But the before and after pictures prove it. Sometimes I still don’t see it but that’s i think because I still see myself as the “fat” girl.
Besides my weight changing my personality has changed by gaining more confidence, I wear different type clothes (not hiding my weight) but showing the curves. I’m still trying to get into exercising. I’m a lot happier and I stand up tall and everyone can’t believe how happy i am.
As of now I’ve lost 32.8 kilos. My first goal weight is to get down to 96 kilos, only 6 more to go!
So that’s my story haha
I hope to keep blogging now that I’m in a better frame of mind.