Since surgery, I have been feeling more and more alone. I feel like no one in this world has any idea what it is like to be me right now. I try to talk to family but they just try to convince me that things will get better. I don't really work that way. When things are bad and seem to be getting worse, I just need to know that I am not the only one that has been through this. No one in my life can give me that. No one understands what I am going through. I thought that because I had so many people supporting my decision that this would be easy but its not. Its nothing that I thought it would be. I knew it would be hard but its even harder than I imagined.
Today I found this blog and it made me feel a little better. Someone else in this world has been through this and knows exactly how I feel. I just hope that I can look back at this time and feel like it was worth it. I guess that only time will tell...
Monday, August 30, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
The Last Few Weeks
When I started this blog, I expected to write every week and sometimes even more than that. Just after my surgery I got so busy with work that I just couldn't find the time. Work ended about a week ago and since then I have just been exhausted. I am having hard time with the new diet and each day I seem more tired than the day before.
On August 12, I saw the surgeon for a follow-up and he said that I could start adding some soft proteins into my diet. I was excited to be able to have something other than protein shakes. On my way home, I stopped into the grocery store and started reading labels. The hardest part was finding cheese that has less than 2g of fat per serving. I had to go with reduced fat and non-fat cheeses. I also bought a few different types of yogurt. I was told multiple times that my taste buds would change with surgery. So, even though I have never liked yogurt, its a good source of protein and I figured it was worth trying. I also bought a few scallops and a small piece of haddock.
Over the next few days, I tried all the different proteins. Some go down easy and others seem to find their way back up just a few minutes after I get them down. All I seem to be able to keep down is milk and cheese. Yogurt tastes worse than I remember. One day I kept down a scallop but the next day it didn't like me as much. Its frustrating trying to figure out what to eat to meet my protein goals. I can't even come close to my 80g of protein a day. On a good day I can get in and keep down approximately 30g of protein. That means, I am not even hitting the half way point.
Part of me just wants to walk into the surgeon's office and tell him to put it all back the way it used to be. I know he won't. I know he really can't. I just feel like a failure at this. You'd think that with such a small list of things to eat that it would be easy to just eat every couple of hours and hit my goals daily. I just can't seem to do it. Part of me thinks its worse because I have to do this all alone and no one in my world has any idea what its like. People ask me how I am doing and its just easier to say that everything is fine. If I say anything else, they feel bad for me and try to say things to make me feel better and it just gets awkward.
I wanted to wait to post again on the blog until I had something good to talk about but I am not sure when that might be. I am currently drinking mostly milk and occasionally some corn chowder strained of all the chunks. I can't even keep down my vitamins. I barely have enough energy to get out of bed and after just 4 hours of watching TV, I am ready for a nap.
I met with the nutritionist on Wednesday and have been told I need a break from food. She thinks my stomach is just irritated and therefore any food with make me sick even if I previously could keep it down. So, she gave me an ok to take a 3-5 day break from my vitamins as long as I keep taking my medications. I am not allowed to put anything in my mouth that I have to chew. On top of all this, I only lost 1 pound this week. Mostly because all I have done is sit on the couch for the last few days.
She did say I can have fat-free, sugar-free pudding as long as I put protein powder in it. So, I just got done making that. Its in the fridge right now setting up. Hopefully it will taste good. With my taste buds changing, lots of things have been tasting really bad that I used to like. The hard part is that a lot of the things I can have only have 7-8g of protein in them so I have to have 10 servings a day to hit my goal. On top of that, I need to get in 64 oz of fluids. At least with the milk I can count 8oz toward liquid and 8g of protein toward my goal but there is only so much milk that a person can drink before going insane.
I guess this means I am starting over. I mean, I might as well be. I have to go back to liquids only for at least 5 days and then try more slowly this time to try introducing other proteins back in. I have decided to do better about posting, even if what I have to say isn't exactly delightful. This was supposed to be a journal for me as much as it is for other people. I am going to try to be more real about it.
Well, I am more than ready for my nap so I am going to end here. Later tonight, I will try to get my husband to take more pictures tonight so I can post them tomorrow. I don't think I have changed too much but some people say I have. I'll leave that up for you all to decide.
On August 12, I saw the surgeon for a follow-up and he said that I could start adding some soft proteins into my diet. I was excited to be able to have something other than protein shakes. On my way home, I stopped into the grocery store and started reading labels. The hardest part was finding cheese that has less than 2g of fat per serving. I had to go with reduced fat and non-fat cheeses. I also bought a few different types of yogurt. I was told multiple times that my taste buds would change with surgery. So, even though I have never liked yogurt, its a good source of protein and I figured it was worth trying. I also bought a few scallops and a small piece of haddock.
Over the next few days, I tried all the different proteins. Some go down easy and others seem to find their way back up just a few minutes after I get them down. All I seem to be able to keep down is milk and cheese. Yogurt tastes worse than I remember. One day I kept down a scallop but the next day it didn't like me as much. Its frustrating trying to figure out what to eat to meet my protein goals. I can't even come close to my 80g of protein a day. On a good day I can get in and keep down approximately 30g of protein. That means, I am not even hitting the half way point.
Part of me just wants to walk into the surgeon's office and tell him to put it all back the way it used to be. I know he won't. I know he really can't. I just feel like a failure at this. You'd think that with such a small list of things to eat that it would be easy to just eat every couple of hours and hit my goals daily. I just can't seem to do it. Part of me thinks its worse because I have to do this all alone and no one in my world has any idea what its like. People ask me how I am doing and its just easier to say that everything is fine. If I say anything else, they feel bad for me and try to say things to make me feel better and it just gets awkward.
I wanted to wait to post again on the blog until I had something good to talk about but I am not sure when that might be. I am currently drinking mostly milk and occasionally some corn chowder strained of all the chunks. I can't even keep down my vitamins. I barely have enough energy to get out of bed and after just 4 hours of watching TV, I am ready for a nap.
I met with the nutritionist on Wednesday and have been told I need a break from food. She thinks my stomach is just irritated and therefore any food with make me sick even if I previously could keep it down. So, she gave me an ok to take a 3-5 day break from my vitamins as long as I keep taking my medications. I am not allowed to put anything in my mouth that I have to chew. On top of all this, I only lost 1 pound this week. Mostly because all I have done is sit on the couch for the last few days.
She did say I can have fat-free, sugar-free pudding as long as I put protein powder in it. So, I just got done making that. Its in the fridge right now setting up. Hopefully it will taste good. With my taste buds changing, lots of things have been tasting really bad that I used to like. The hard part is that a lot of the things I can have only have 7-8g of protein in them so I have to have 10 servings a day to hit my goal. On top of that, I need to get in 64 oz of fluids. At least with the milk I can count 8oz toward liquid and 8g of protein toward my goal but there is only so much milk that a person can drink before going insane.
I guess this means I am starting over. I mean, I might as well be. I have to go back to liquids only for at least 5 days and then try more slowly this time to try introducing other proteins back in. I have decided to do better about posting, even if what I have to say isn't exactly delightful. This was supposed to be a journal for me as much as it is for other people. I am going to try to be more real about it.
Well, I am more than ready for my nap so I am going to end here. Later tonight, I will try to get my husband to take more pictures tonight so I can post them tomorrow. I don't think I have changed too much but some people say I have. I'll leave that up for you all to decide.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Hospital Stay
*****I thought I posted this a few days ago. I apologize for not having done that. I know its been awhile since I posted.*****
Shortly after I came home from the hospital, my niece told me a story about when I came out of the recovery room on surgery day. Apparently, I woke up shortly after they settled me into my room and was asking for "The But-ton". My husband chimed in at this point in the story to explain that I made sure to pronounce the word button very clearly so that everyone understood me. My mother thought I needed the nurse and couldn't find the call button. My husband thought maybe I meant my pain button and put it in my hand. I quickly pushed the button and dozed back off to sleep. I don't remember being in any pain but apparently I had a NEED for morphine. :-)
I do remember needing a little pain relief overnight that night but after that I stopped using it. As the meds starting coming out of my system, I slept less and became more aware of my surroundings. I was able to interact with the nurses and CNAs as well as start getting to know my roommate.
She was an older woman who lived in a nursing home before coming to the hospital. A few months ago she had a stroke so she struggled with talking and wasn't really able to do much for herself. Unfortunately, the Sunday before I arrived, she had fallen out of her wheelchair trying to get to the pull string to get help in her room at the nursing home. She had broken her arm and gotten a major bump on her head. The first time I saw her, I almost gasped. It was a good thing she was sleeping. Her appearance improved daily and by the time I left the hospital she seemed to be in good spirits and looked pretty good.
Much to my dismay, the nurses kept forgetting to give her back her call button after the moved her. So, every couple hours she would call out for help and I would have to push my button and then explain to the nurse that came in that my roommate needed help. I didn't mind helping her; it was just frustrating that the nurses couldn't remember something so simple.
I also felt a little bit bad that my roommate only had one visitor the whole time I was there. It reminded me how lucky I was to have someone there every day and sometimes more than once a day. I got lots of flowers and magazines and stuffed animals and was surrounded by love.
Each day at the hospital I was allowed to get up and around a little more. It felt good to be able to help my roommate once I could get in and out of bed by myself. Sometimes when a doctor would come in and talk to her, they would move her TV away from her. Then they would leave and she would be laying there bored. For awhile, everytime I walked by to use the bathroom she would ask me to put it back. I just got in the habit of checking it and asking her if she needed anything else. I would give her back her call button and make sure she was all set.
When the shifts of nurses would change, they would come around and meet everyone. She had a hard time telling them her specific needs. I thought for sure that something like that would be in her chart but no one ever seemed to know. She couldn't feed herself. She needed help getting on a bed pan. She can't swallow pills so they have to put it in applesauce. She loves blueberry muffins for breakfast. :-)
I left her my biggest bouquet of flowers because she deserved to have some beauty on her side of the room. Even though we talked very little, I know she was a wonderful and sweet woman and deserved nothing but beauty and kindnessI worried about her when I left. I wasn't sure anyone would take care of her the way she needed because she had a hard time with communication. The afternoon I was discharged they called me at home to see how my stay was. I made sure to tell them about how the nurses never seemed to know anything about the patients and how that would be a problem every time the nurses changed shifts. It caused some problems for me a few times but it caused way more problems for her. They reassured me that they would look into her specific case but also into how things were handled because changing shifts was supposed to be seamless.
I hope that she is continuing to get better and that she has had more visitors. Most of all, I hope that the nurses got better about meeting her needs. The last day I was there, I heard one of the physical therapists say that she would be there for a few months. They didn't think she could handle surgery at her age and so her arm had only been splinted so they couldn't risk sending her home and having there be a problem with her arm not setting correctly. I think about her at night when I am waiting to fall asleep. I can almost hear her voice saying, "Please. Can you please help me? I need help."
I think that maybe next week I will call the hospital and see if she is still there. If she is, maybe I'll go visit and bring her some more flowers. I would really just like to know she is doing ok. My heart aches for her. How come when people age we stop paying attention to them. Our parents help us our entire lives and when they get to the point in their lives when they need help, we abandon them. Shame on those people who so easily throw their family and especially their parents aside.
Family is so very important to me and I can't imagine ever giving up on them. My brothers are a bunch of dorks that hardly ever do anything with or for our family but if they called me, i would help because they are still family. I try to help my sisters with their kids as often as I can and I talk to my mother 6+ times a day on the phone.
I would never make it through this process without my family. Plus, so many of my husbands family have called or sent cards or e-mailed me and I appreciate it all. I just wish that everyone in the world could experience all the love that I have in my life...
Shortly after I came home from the hospital, my niece told me a story about when I came out of the recovery room on surgery day. Apparently, I woke up shortly after they settled me into my room and was asking for "The But-ton". My husband chimed in at this point in the story to explain that I made sure to pronounce the word button very clearly so that everyone understood me. My mother thought I needed the nurse and couldn't find the call button. My husband thought maybe I meant my pain button and put it in my hand. I quickly pushed the button and dozed back off to sleep. I don't remember being in any pain but apparently I had a NEED for morphine. :-)
I do remember needing a little pain relief overnight that night but after that I stopped using it. As the meds starting coming out of my system, I slept less and became more aware of my surroundings. I was able to interact with the nurses and CNAs as well as start getting to know my roommate.
She was an older woman who lived in a nursing home before coming to the hospital. A few months ago she had a stroke so she struggled with talking and wasn't really able to do much for herself. Unfortunately, the Sunday before I arrived, she had fallen out of her wheelchair trying to get to the pull string to get help in her room at the nursing home. She had broken her arm and gotten a major bump on her head. The first time I saw her, I almost gasped. It was a good thing she was sleeping. Her appearance improved daily and by the time I left the hospital she seemed to be in good spirits and looked pretty good.
Much to my dismay, the nurses kept forgetting to give her back her call button after the moved her. So, every couple hours she would call out for help and I would have to push my button and then explain to the nurse that came in that my roommate needed help. I didn't mind helping her; it was just frustrating that the nurses couldn't remember something so simple.
I also felt a little bit bad that my roommate only had one visitor the whole time I was there. It reminded me how lucky I was to have someone there every day and sometimes more than once a day. I got lots of flowers and magazines and stuffed animals and was surrounded by love.
Each day at the hospital I was allowed to get up and around a little more. It felt good to be able to help my roommate once I could get in and out of bed by myself. Sometimes when a doctor would come in and talk to her, they would move her TV away from her. Then they would leave and she would be laying there bored. For awhile, everytime I walked by to use the bathroom she would ask me to put it back. I just got in the habit of checking it and asking her if she needed anything else. I would give her back her call button and make sure she was all set.
When the shifts of nurses would change, they would come around and meet everyone. She had a hard time telling them her specific needs. I thought for sure that something like that would be in her chart but no one ever seemed to know. She couldn't feed herself. She needed help getting on a bed pan. She can't swallow pills so they have to put it in applesauce. She loves blueberry muffins for breakfast. :-)
I left her my biggest bouquet of flowers because she deserved to have some beauty on her side of the room. Even though we talked very little, I know she was a wonderful and sweet woman and deserved nothing but beauty and kindnessI worried about her when I left. I wasn't sure anyone would take care of her the way she needed because she had a hard time with communication. The afternoon I was discharged they called me at home to see how my stay was. I made sure to tell them about how the nurses never seemed to know anything about the patients and how that would be a problem every time the nurses changed shifts. It caused some problems for me a few times but it caused way more problems for her. They reassured me that they would look into her specific case but also into how things were handled because changing shifts was supposed to be seamless.
I hope that she is continuing to get better and that she has had more visitors. Most of all, I hope that the nurses got better about meeting her needs. The last day I was there, I heard one of the physical therapists say that she would be there for a few months. They didn't think she could handle surgery at her age and so her arm had only been splinted so they couldn't risk sending her home and having there be a problem with her arm not setting correctly. I think about her at night when I am waiting to fall asleep. I can almost hear her voice saying, "Please. Can you please help me? I need help."
I think that maybe next week I will call the hospital and see if she is still there. If she is, maybe I'll go visit and bring her some more flowers. I would really just like to know she is doing ok. My heart aches for her. How come when people age we stop paying attention to them. Our parents help us our entire lives and when they get to the point in their lives when they need help, we abandon them. Shame on those people who so easily throw their family and especially their parents aside.
Family is so very important to me and I can't imagine ever giving up on them. My brothers are a bunch of dorks that hardly ever do anything with or for our family but if they called me, i would help because they are still family. I try to help my sisters with their kids as often as I can and I talk to my mother 6+ times a day on the phone.
I would never make it through this process without my family. Plus, so many of my husbands family have called or sent cards or e-mailed me and I appreciate it all. I just wish that everyone in the world could experience all the love that I have in my life...
Monday, August 9, 2010
A Week Since Surgery
I kept meaning to write last week when I got home from the hospital but I just couldn't seem to find the time. I had work to do and my niece came to visit. Things are finally slowing down a bit. I relaxed in front of the TV with my wonderful husband earlier today and it felt sooo good to just sit still. :-) After a short nap and some computer play, we are back in front of the TV. So, here I am finally updating everyone.
Surgery went well. In fact, it took less time than they estimated. I spent Monday evening pretty out of it on Morphine. I don't really even remember much of it. I know that people were there and they came and went, my mom, my niece and my mother-in-law Dale. I am pretty sure I missed some great conversation with my in-laws because every time I woke up I heard my husband chuckling about something.
Tuesday morning, they put me in a wheel chair and brought me down to radiology for an esophagram. I got sick to my stomach on the way down. We had to stop outside the elevator so someone could get me a bucket. I was able to keep it together and we continued down. The liquid they made me drink didn't go as well. I had to swallow 3 times before they got enough x-rays and the last few x-rays were taken while I threw up in a bucket. It was very gross going down and even worse coming back up. Plus, I still wasn't okayed to have anything to drink so I had that taste in my mouth for a long time.
Back in my bed, I dozed in and out for awhile. A few hours later a nurse came in with a cup full of water and some little medicine cups. She explained that I was okayed for water and that I needed to drink 1oz every fifteen minutes. Plus, I needed to make the 1oz last for fifteen minutes. It took my awhile to get the hang of it and anytime I took too big a drink I could tell. I would get this tight feeling in my chest just above my stomach. I'd have to stop sipping and wait for it to go down. The nurse explained to me later that it was because of the swelling in my stomach. She said it would get better over time and it did.
My sister Amy and my niece Krista came in the afternoon and brought me some magazines. I flipped through them for awhile after they left but was too tired to read. Walter came by after work and brought me a book and little giraffe because I love that new Geico commercial with the mini giraffe. My father-in-law stopped by again that night. I think I stayed away for the whole visit this time. :-) However, I didn't stay awake the whole time Walter was visiting. There is something soothing about my husband being there that just made me fall fast asleep.
On Wednesday, at 6am they removed my IVs and my catheter and after Dr Trieu stopped by to see me, I was okayed to start having other liquids. So at around 11am on Wednesday, I had 1oz of chicken broth and 1 oz of orange sugar-free jello. Ugh. It was gross. I hate Jello and I hate soup(and therefore broth) but that it all I could have. I didn't have any visitors during the day and it was a long day. My whole body hurt because I couldn't do very much and there are only so many ways you can sit in a chair or lay in a bed. I just wanted to go home. After having a late lunch/early dinner of vegetable broth and orange jello I really wanted to go home. Did I mention I really hate Jello?
That night my ex-boss Hildy stopped by. I really enjoy spending time with her. Its always a good time. We had some good laughs and she brought me a beautiful potted arrangement that she put together at home. It now sits on my front step and looks fabulous. It greets me every time I come home. My husband came by after work again and stayed until I couldn't stay awake. Then he rubbed my back and kissed me goodnight as I fell asleep. It was the perfect ending to a long day.
Thankfully on Thursday morning I had red jello instead of orange or I might have quit eating all together. LOL. It was back to chicken broth though. The vegetable broth the night before was just gross. I just wanted to go home. I knew that once I got home I could start having protein shakes and flavored waters and even sugar-free Popsicles. At around 9am Dr Trieu came in and asked me a bunch of questions. I guess I answered them all right because he said I could go home. YEAH! Now I just had to find someone to come get me. LOL. Walter wasn't getting out of work until 2pm. I certainly wasn't waiting at the hospital all day.
My mom was able to come get me an hour or so later. She thought Walter would want to be the one to come get me. I am sure that he would have liked to be there but more than anything I think he just wanted me to come home. It was tough riding in the car because every bump or abrupt stop jarred my belly. My seven incisions hated every minute of the giggling ride to my mothers and the idea of getting back into the car to go home with Walter didn't seem very appealing. However, I wanted to go home and climb into our bed together and just cuddle while I fell asleep. I needed a good nights sleep and I knew that being at home with my husband would help me to get it.
Things have just been getting better and better as the days go past. I have been able to drink more water as well as more protein shakes. I have a lot less discomfort if I take a drink bigger than a sip. I try hard not to but its a habit that it hard to break. Its been tough remembering to take my pills every morning but I have been doing. Breaking open capsules and splitting tablets is hard to do without making a mess. Hopefully I will get better at it because it will be awhile before I can swallow something whole.
Today I broke down and bought a pill tray. Starting next week I am going to need be taking a lot of vitamins on top of what I take now so I decided the best way to do it was with a pill tray. It has 4 slots for each day and has 7 days in it. The neat thing is that I can take an individual day out if I need to take it with me somewhere. Because I have so many vitamins, I have to take them throughout the day and not all at once so I will probably always need to take them with me. This pill tray should help me stay on top of things so I don't forget.
Well, I better get off to bed. I have work in the morning. I will try to write again soon. I want to tell a few more exciting hospital stories. :-) I had a great roommate and a few great nurses. I also have a story about a real mean one but that will have to wait. Its getting very, very late!
Surgery went well. In fact, it took less time than they estimated. I spent Monday evening pretty out of it on Morphine. I don't really even remember much of it. I know that people were there and they came and went, my mom, my niece and my mother-in-law Dale. I am pretty sure I missed some great conversation with my in-laws because every time I woke up I heard my husband chuckling about something.
Tuesday morning, they put me in a wheel chair and brought me down to radiology for an esophagram. I got sick to my stomach on the way down. We had to stop outside the elevator so someone could get me a bucket. I was able to keep it together and we continued down. The liquid they made me drink didn't go as well. I had to swallow 3 times before they got enough x-rays and the last few x-rays were taken while I threw up in a bucket. It was very gross going down and even worse coming back up. Plus, I still wasn't okayed to have anything to drink so I had that taste in my mouth for a long time.
Back in my bed, I dozed in and out for awhile. A few hours later a nurse came in with a cup full of water and some little medicine cups. She explained that I was okayed for water and that I needed to drink 1oz every fifteen minutes. Plus, I needed to make the 1oz last for fifteen minutes. It took my awhile to get the hang of it and anytime I took too big a drink I could tell. I would get this tight feeling in my chest just above my stomach. I'd have to stop sipping and wait for it to go down. The nurse explained to me later that it was because of the swelling in my stomach. She said it would get better over time and it did.
My sister Amy and my niece Krista came in the afternoon and brought me some magazines. I flipped through them for awhile after they left but was too tired to read. Walter came by after work and brought me a book and little giraffe because I love that new Geico commercial with the mini giraffe. My father-in-law stopped by again that night. I think I stayed away for the whole visit this time. :-) However, I didn't stay awake the whole time Walter was visiting. There is something soothing about my husband being there that just made me fall fast asleep.
On Wednesday, at 6am they removed my IVs and my catheter and after Dr Trieu stopped by to see me, I was okayed to start having other liquids. So at around 11am on Wednesday, I had 1oz of chicken broth and 1 oz of orange sugar-free jello. Ugh. It was gross. I hate Jello and I hate soup(and therefore broth) but that it all I could have. I didn't have any visitors during the day and it was a long day. My whole body hurt because I couldn't do very much and there are only so many ways you can sit in a chair or lay in a bed. I just wanted to go home. After having a late lunch/early dinner of vegetable broth and orange jello I really wanted to go home. Did I mention I really hate Jello?
That night my ex-boss Hildy stopped by. I really enjoy spending time with her. Its always a good time. We had some good laughs and she brought me a beautiful potted arrangement that she put together at home. It now sits on my front step and looks fabulous. It greets me every time I come home. My husband came by after work again and stayed until I couldn't stay awake. Then he rubbed my back and kissed me goodnight as I fell asleep. It was the perfect ending to a long day.
Thankfully on Thursday morning I had red jello instead of orange or I might have quit eating all together. LOL. It was back to chicken broth though. The vegetable broth the night before was just gross. I just wanted to go home. I knew that once I got home I could start having protein shakes and flavored waters and even sugar-free Popsicles. At around 9am Dr Trieu came in and asked me a bunch of questions. I guess I answered them all right because he said I could go home. YEAH! Now I just had to find someone to come get me. LOL. Walter wasn't getting out of work until 2pm. I certainly wasn't waiting at the hospital all day.
My mom was able to come get me an hour or so later. She thought Walter would want to be the one to come get me. I am sure that he would have liked to be there but more than anything I think he just wanted me to come home. It was tough riding in the car because every bump or abrupt stop jarred my belly. My seven incisions hated every minute of the giggling ride to my mothers and the idea of getting back into the car to go home with Walter didn't seem very appealing. However, I wanted to go home and climb into our bed together and just cuddle while I fell asleep. I needed a good nights sleep and I knew that being at home with my husband would help me to get it.
Things have just been getting better and better as the days go past. I have been able to drink more water as well as more protein shakes. I have a lot less discomfort if I take a drink bigger than a sip. I try hard not to but its a habit that it hard to break. Its been tough remembering to take my pills every morning but I have been doing. Breaking open capsules and splitting tablets is hard to do without making a mess. Hopefully I will get better at it because it will be awhile before I can swallow something whole.
Today I broke down and bought a pill tray. Starting next week I am going to need be taking a lot of vitamins on top of what I take now so I decided the best way to do it was with a pill tray. It has 4 slots for each day and has 7 days in it. The neat thing is that I can take an individual day out if I need to take it with me somewhere. Because I have so many vitamins, I have to take them throughout the day and not all at once so I will probably always need to take them with me. This pill tray should help me stay on top of things so I don't forget.
Well, I better get off to bed. I have work in the morning. I will try to write again soon. I want to tell a few more exciting hospital stories. :-) I had a great roommate and a few great nurses. I also have a story about a real mean one but that will have to wait. Its getting very, very late!
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Almost Here
Everything is packed and next to the front door. My last weigh-in showed I hadn't lost any more weight but that was this afternoon after I had several bottles of water.
I am thankful that I had a ton of work to do today. It helped to keep my mind off my growling stomach. Now that things have slowed down and I am getting ready for bed, my stomach is reminding me that I haven't had anything but water all day. I am sure tomorrow morning will be even worse because I can't even have anything to drink after midnight.
In less than twelve hours, I will be at the hospital. I am not sure exactly how long after I arrive that surgery will occur but I am sure there will be a bit of a wait. They will have me change into a gown that's too small. They will hook me up to an IV and give me so much fluid that I will have to pee atleast twice before surgery. :-) Then I will talk to nurses and doctors and anesthesiologists. I'll have to sign some stuff and answer the same questions over and over. Then they will pump my veins full of drugs and I will be out like a light.
Sounds easy enough. I can handle that. I just feel bad for everyone that has to sit around and wait for me to come out. I'm lucky enough to get to sleep through it.
I will make sure to post an update as soon as I get home. That will either be Wednesday or Thursday, depending on how things go. I took another set of pictures last night but I don't see much of a difference yet. I will post more next Sunday.
I am thankful that I had a ton of work to do today. It helped to keep my mind off my growling stomach. Now that things have slowed down and I am getting ready for bed, my stomach is reminding me that I haven't had anything but water all day. I am sure tomorrow morning will be even worse because I can't even have anything to drink after midnight.
In less than twelve hours, I will be at the hospital. I am not sure exactly how long after I arrive that surgery will occur but I am sure there will be a bit of a wait. They will have me change into a gown that's too small. They will hook me up to an IV and give me so much fluid that I will have to pee atleast twice before surgery. :-) Then I will talk to nurses and doctors and anesthesiologists. I'll have to sign some stuff and answer the same questions over and over. Then they will pump my veins full of drugs and I will be out like a light.
Sounds easy enough. I can handle that. I just feel bad for everyone that has to sit around and wait for me to come out. I'm lucky enough to get to sleep through it.
I will make sure to post an update as soon as I get home. That will either be Wednesday or Thursday, depending on how things go. I took another set of pictures last night but I don't see much of a difference yet. I will post more next Sunday.
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