So, today is officially one week post-op. Definitely exciting. I’ve lost 21 pounds since the first time I walked into my surgeon’s office.
Post-op has been rough. If you saw my previous post, you know that I’m having a minor complication. I’ll start this off by saying this isn’t the norm and shouldn’t deter you from your decision to have surgical weight loss. If you are concerned, please discuss things with your surgeon.
I had surgery on Thursday. It was a very painful rest of the day. Friday, we noticed some bruising and swelling on my belly.
The pain was still pretty bad, but I chalked that up to having a low pain tolerance.
On Saturday, it looked significantly worse.
The doctor took a look at it and said it was probably a little internal bleeding, but nothing major. He discharged me that day. I was ecstatic. Go home? To my own bed? Yes!!!
By Monday morning, the pain in my belly was so excruciating, I couldn’t bear it anymore.
My husband drove me to the emergency room where they kept us waiting for almost two hours. Even though my surgeon and his nurse had called. This visit began a series of tests to figure out what was going on.
The pain was just that: pain. So, my surgeon doubled my pain medication dose.
But he also found a pocket of blood on my belly. This is called a hematoma. It will go away on its own, but can take 6-8 weeks. I have to wear a binder at night, ice it a lot, and do some light stretching to help it re-absorb.
We aren’t 100% sure how this happened, but we have our suspicions. I was so nauseous after surgery. On Friday, I finally vomited. When I did, the heaving was pretty strong. We noticed the bruising not too long after that.
Through all of this, not once have I been made to feel that I’m just “whining” or that what I’m feeling doesn’t matter. My surgeon and his team are truly the best. He makes me feel that I am a part of the team making decisions for my health. His nurse is probably the most attentive and caring nurse I’ve ever met. She even sent me a message on Facebook checking on me and telling me to get ahold of her if I needed to. I don’t know many nurses that are willing to do that. She is pretty special, and I appreciate her so much.
I’ve heard it before, just like most of you. “Why are you doing this?” “Why don’t you try that?” “You’re just lazy and taking the easy way out.”
With what I’ve been through so far, this is definitely not the easy way out. But it is a permanent fix. I’ve chosen to live rather than die slowly. It’s just going to take me some time to get to the point of being fully healed from this surgery.
For now, I rely on my husband and kids to pick up the slack with things I can’t do. The whole not-able-to-lift-over-ten-pounds thing is tough. But, it’s all for a good purpose. And so far, no one has really complained. Well, other than a few grumbles here or there.
Heaviest weight: 316
Starting weight: 311
Surgery weight 6/16: 294.1