Time for an update!
Today was my medical clearance/pre-op testing/2 hour pre-op class. First up was the class. There were six other people there, all having gastric bypass, and I was kind of shocked because I was a lower weight than over half of them. Anyway, we all had to say our name and our surgery date...and everyone has their dates at the end of November and I'm the only one that has it in December... I know, it's like a week difference, big deal blah blah but still!
The dietician gave us a rundown on what to expect in the hospital. She said that when we get our trays, it'll be juice which we'll have to dilute with water, and if we have any kind of juice other than apple, to give it to our support person/visitor. And then she said we'll get sf jello...but if it's any color other than orange, DON'T EAT IT. Apparently the only sf jello they have is orange, and sometimes whoever does the meal trays put the wrong kind... how am I supposed to remember this when I'm doped up?! Ok so I wrote it down and we moved on...the dietician told us a story about how a gentleman got his lunch and it was a grilled cheese sandwich with soup...and said if they serve us anything like that to NOT EAT IT. At this point, I'm like what the eff. Can they not get orders right or something? And she said sometimes they'll give you a popsicle, but to check it to make sure it's sugar free. Ok. The last thing I wanna do is dump in the hospital not even a day out from surgery. Awesome.
Next up she went over was the lovely drains/catheter. Done. Went over the liquid/puree/soft diets. Done. Went over protein and water. Done. You'd think she'd go into detail about vitamins and stuff, but all she said was Flintstones complete for the first month then she'll switch us to something else. Not sure what...and that's all that was discussed about vitamins. Oooookkkk....
My 10 day diet consists of low carb/low fat meals. I'm supposed to have a protein shake once a day, get 64+ oz. water a day, eat light...pretty much. I won't know what time I'll be going in on my surgery day until the night before...which is effin ridiculous, but whatev...I have no control in that matter lol. I'm sure alot more was discussed in the class but this is all I remember right now... tired and exhausted from the running around and Chicago traffic and ugh.
After that me and my momma went up to the radiology floor so I could get my chest x-ray. Wasn't a big deal, but since it's a teaching hospital there were two girls. One was teaching the other girl...oh, and I might have an audience on my surgery day. Observers and such....great, they'll all be lookin at my flubbery body...at least I'll be out of it.
After my x-ray, I went to another floor (which btw, in a busy ass hospital, going up and down floors is like pulling teeth.. it takes forever sometimes for the elevator to come, and then squeezing in with the 434834098 other people already in the elevator = major suckage) and had my medical clearance, my blood pressure was 100/62 which is gooooood...compared to what it was when I first started out (160/90 something). Had another EKG.. I love those
and 10 tubes of blood drawn.
Oh and the lovely urine sample. I thought it'd be a piece of cake... go to bathroom, pee in bin, pour pee in cup. NOOOOOOOOOOO. I had to aim the cup and hope the stream hit the right spot. TMI I know, but you've probably heard worse. I dribbled all over my hand and on the cup...but hey! I managed to get the urine sample! Cleaned off the cup, put the lid on it, washed my hands two times and put the cup in the basket. DONE!
By then I had a headache from lack of food and stressin out about running around all over and the brain overload from information pumped into it...so we went down to the cafeteria.. then drove home and I took a nap. I got to see my medical bracelet thingy that you wear in the hospital and then it finally hit me that this is REALLY HAPPENING. There's no turning back now and everything is done. I's are dotted and T's crossed. When I was sitting waiting for my pager to go off for the chest x-ray, I kept thinking and hoping that I'm making the right decision. That I'm not going to regret this down the road and that I might be the 1% that has complications and issues. All I can do is leave it to the big man upstairs and pray for the best...I'm just worried. It's a huge huge gamble. I'm not saying I'm about to jump ship and run away...I know I want this and I know I'm going through with this...but yeah.
And to end this... when I went out to eat at a restauraunt I go to all the time with my parents... I told the regular waitress that I was having surgery and she asked what kind... when I told her, she said "What?! I don't even think you NEED that!" Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiighttt.... I thanked her of course.
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