I made it! Im a loser!
I had open gastric bypass on the 17th. I'll give you a run down of how it went 
The night before surgery I was calm as a cucumber. My family was not, my boyfriend got no sleep, nor did my mom. The morning of surgery I was not scared either. I had to be at the hospital at 6am. Fear did not strike me until my surgery nurse wanted to put the plastric IV canual (not sure of spelling in my wrist). I have to say that was one of the most painful parts of surgery. She then pumped saline in through the IV which burned like hell. I was being for anti-anxiety meds after that 
but it was too late. They also put the tight thigh high stockings on me to prevent blood clots. A few minutes later the OR nurse came to get me. She gave me a wonderful pink flowered cap to put my hair in. She joked with my family a little and took a picture of my family with me before wheeling me off to the OR. She brought me into a freezing cold room and I moved over on to the operation table. The last thing I remembered was asking how the work in such a cold room
I woke up in recovery, I dont really remember much about it, but struggling a little to breath because I had a nose tube. Its all pretty fuzzy though. I remember very vagly being moved to my room. I made it to my room by 1pm, they had me up and walking by 5pm and again at 8pm. The next morning the pulled out my nose tube at my catheter. (neither hurt to have taken out). I didn't have a little problem with a nurse the first night, that told me I was pressing my pain med but to much a turned to down. She had told my mom earlier that day that pain meds will make you constipated and I shouldn't take much! The nurse was a freaking nut! At 3AM in the morning my pain was not even on the charts anymore I was crying and another nurse came in and had to give me a shot in my thigh and increase my pain meds. Needless to say the next morning she was not long working the the Bariatric floor!
Day two I was doing pretty good, sleepy from all the noise on the floor and getting up every hour to go to the bathroom. Pretty uneventful because I still was not able to eat.
Day three is what I like to call my "break down day". The whole day I did pretty while, they gave me my first meal and took my pain pump away and gave me Loretab liquid to drink. I think I had been poked and proded too much. My mom tried to give me a shower and I started crying when I say my staples and almost fainted. Later that night I was in pain and tired so the nurse tried to give me some meds in my IV and it didn't work, it started to burn horribly and I burst into tears, the IV had burst my vain and the meds were going under my skin. The nurse wanted to put another line in an I cried even harder, my mom tried very hard to calm me down. I cried myself to sleep that night. Not my best day, but I got through it. Thanks to my mom. I was just exhausted and tired of being poked and proded.
Day four they gave me stage 2 liquids and I was released from the hospital. The 10 minute car ride was a little bumpy. But day four was pretty uneventful.
Since I have been home I have been doing a little better everyday. I felt like I was pregnant and hungover till I got off the pain meds. Food has been a little hard to get down but its getting easier everyday. Next Monday I get my staples out
Thanks to everyone on here for your support. It gets easier everyday It was a bumpy crazy ride but I hope its all worth it in the end. Since Thursday I have lost 8 pounds!
Lots of good thoughts for the July babies out there
Yvette
The night before surgery I was calm as a cucumber. My family was not, my boyfriend got no sleep, nor did my mom. The morning of surgery I was not scared either. I had to be at the hospital at 6am. Fear did not strike me until my surgery nurse wanted to put the plastric IV canual (not sure of spelling in my wrist). I have to say that was one of the most painful parts of surgery. She then pumped saline in through the IV which burned like hell. I was being for anti-anxiety meds after that but it was too late. They also put the tight thigh high stockings on me to prevent blood clots. A few minutes later the OR nurse came to get me. She gave me a wonderful pink flowered cap to put my hair in. She joked with my family a little and took a picture of my family with me before wheeling me off to the OR. She brought me into a freezing cold room and I moved over on to the operation table. The last thing I remembered was asking how the work in such a cold room
I woke up in recovery, I dont really remember much about it, but struggling a little to breath because I had a nose tube. Its all pretty fuzzy though. I remember very vagly being moved to my room. I made it to my room by 1pm, they had me up and walking by 5pm and again at 8pm. The next morning the pulled out my nose tube at my catheter. (neither hurt to have taken out). I didn't have a little problem with a nurse the first night, that told me I was pressing my pain med but to much a turned to down. She had told my mom earlier that day that pain meds will make you constipated and I shouldn't take much! The nurse was a freaking nut! At 3AM in the morning my pain was not even on the charts anymore I was crying and another nurse came in and had to give me a shot in my thigh and increase my pain meds. Needless to say the next morning she was not long working the the Bariatric floor!
Day two I was doing pretty good, sleepy from all the noise on the floor and getting up every hour to go to the bathroom. Pretty uneventful because I still was not able to eat.
Day three is what I like to call my "break down day". The whole day I did pretty while, they gave me my first meal and took my pain pump away and gave me Loretab liquid to drink. I think I had been poked and proded too much. My mom tried to give me a shower and I started crying when I say my staples and almost fainted. Later that night I was in pain and tired so the nurse tried to give me some meds in my IV and it didn't work, it started to burn horribly and I burst into tears, the IV had burst my vain and the meds were going under my skin. The nurse wanted to put another line in an I cried even harder, my mom tried very hard to calm me down. I cried myself to sleep that night. Not my best day, but I got through it. Thanks to my mom. I was just exhausted and tired of being poked and proded.
Day four they gave me stage 2 liquids and I was released from the hospital. The 10 minute car ride was a little bumpy. But day four was pretty uneventful.
Since I have been home I have been doing a little better everyday. I felt like I was pregnant and hungover till I got off the pain meds. Food has been a little hard to get down but its getting easier everyday. Next Monday I get my staples out
Thanks to everyone on here for your support. It gets easier everyday It was a bumpy crazy ride but I hope its all worth it in the end. Since Thursday I have lost 8 pounds!
Lots of good thoughts for the July babies out there
Yvette 
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