Dang Oprah! Dang DVR! Dang Dreams!
Okay---so, I'm heading into the home stretch, with my surgery scheduled for Tuesday. I was feeling pretty calm about things---figuring that w/in the past 6 years I've had three babies, with epidurals (I'm no hero...bring on the drugs...:)...) and everything went fine. I am a little tentative about the tube down my throat, but Dr. Houston assured me that I would be "asleep" for that part & wouldn't even know it was there. I turned my fears over to believing that the medical staff would be vigilant in their care of me and, realistically, they've done this hundreds of times & know what they are doing. Things were going well, until...
Then, last night, I decided to watch an Oprah episode I had recorded on DVR. Holy craziness! Okay...Dr. Oz was on the show--the medical guru that Oprah has on often & consults with--and the topic was medical mistakes. Of course, having done medical malpractice, I am no stranger to the overwhelming number of medical mistakes with, often, horrible consequences. But that dang show sent me into a frenzy. Of course, like the ole' car accident addage, I couldn't look away. My husband told me to turn it off, but I am some sort of nut, because I kep****ching....until they got to the part about waking up under anesthesia and how often that happens. WHAT?!?!?! Okay....yes, I had heard that before, but why didn't Oprah's production staff consult me before running this show right before my surgery?!?!?
. We should have talked.
So, that brings me to last night's wonderful hours of pre-surgery dreams....first, I was wheeled into the OR and a mask was put over my face...then, somehow, I ended up in an electric wheel chair that was out of control...nobody could stop it and I was running down people in the hallway....only to end up at boardwalk some amusement park where I went off the edge of the pier in the water in my out-of-control wheel chair.
Then, there was the lady who was trying to thread a polish sausage down my throat....and I was telling her that I was suppos'd to be asleep for the breathing tube & she said that the sausage tasted better and they were going to use that so I could stay awake. Well, at least it's protein, right?
And, last, but not least, I was wheeled into the OR and while waiting I saw Dr. Houston across the room from the back..he was scrubbing in for surgery...then he turned around and, instead of Dr. H. it was Oprah Winfrey (who had a huge nose ring with surgical gloves hanging from it....okay...nuts!) who said that she had never done surgery before, but she "had some pretty good ideas". Then the mask went on and out I went. When I woke up I was surrounded by her dogs who were licking my face to wake me up and I heard her say that the surgery went well, but she couldn't find my stomach. It was INSANE. Then, she proceeded to wheel me down a hallway where I ended up on the set of Phil Donahue? WHAT? I was just a kid when my mom watched that show...where did that come from (by the way, Phil was very nice...he said that I looked like I had lost all my weight and that he wanted to take me shopping.).
. So, that turned out alright.
Okay....I have really lost my mind. I must be repressing being terrified about this surgery....who knew? I am going to refrain from talking about all the craziness that was on the Oprah show about medical mistakes because that's just not fair to anyone reading this that was smart enough NOT to watch the show.
Until then, I am going to call Phil about the shopping....eeeks....Micheala.
Then, last night, I decided to watch an Oprah episode I had recorded on DVR. Holy craziness! Okay...Dr. Oz was on the show--the medical guru that Oprah has on often & consults with--and the topic was medical mistakes. Of course, having done medical malpractice, I am no stranger to the overwhelming number of medical mistakes with, often, horrible consequences. But that dang show sent me into a frenzy. Of course, like the ole' car accident addage, I couldn't look away. My husband told me to turn it off, but I am some sort of nut, because I kep****ching....until they got to the part about waking up under anesthesia and how often that happens. WHAT?!?!?! Okay....yes, I had heard that before, but why didn't Oprah's production staff consult me before running this show right before my surgery?!?!?
. We should have talked.So, that brings me to last night's wonderful hours of pre-surgery dreams....first, I was wheeled into the OR and a mask was put over my face...then, somehow, I ended up in an electric wheel chair that was out of control...nobody could stop it and I was running down people in the hallway....only to end up at boardwalk some amusement park where I went off the edge of the pier in the water in my out-of-control wheel chair.
Then, there was the lady who was trying to thread a polish sausage down my throat....and I was telling her that I was suppos'd to be asleep for the breathing tube & she said that the sausage tasted better and they were going to use that so I could stay awake. Well, at least it's protein, right?
And, last, but not least, I was wheeled into the OR and while waiting I saw Dr. Houston across the room from the back..he was scrubbing in for surgery...then he turned around and, instead of Dr. H. it was Oprah Winfrey (who had a huge nose ring with surgical gloves hanging from it....okay...nuts!) who said that she had never done surgery before, but she "had some pretty good ideas". Then the mask went on and out I went. When I woke up I was surrounded by her dogs who were licking my face to wake me up and I heard her say that the surgery went well, but she couldn't find my stomach. It was INSANE. Then, she proceeded to wheel me down a hallway where I ended up on the set of Phil Donahue? WHAT? I was just a kid when my mom watched that show...where did that come from (by the way, Phil was very nice...he said that I looked like I had lost all my weight and that he wanted to take me shopping.).
. So, that turned out alright.Okay....I have really lost my mind. I must be repressing being terrified about this surgery....who knew? I am going to refrain from talking about all the craziness that was on the Oprah show about medical mistakes because that's just not fair to anyone reading this that was smart enough NOT to watch the show.
Until then, I am going to call Phil about the shopping....eeeks....Micheala.
Preop Weight 293/SW 289/CW 202.3/GW 165/LW158
Okay - take a deep breath and realize it will all be fine. You will do great and none of those things will happen to you.
I am 4 weeks post RNY and had no complications. I had the average 2-day hospital stay and was able to walk and eat puree as soon as I got home. I've lost 20 pounds since then and still no complications.
Stop wigging out! If you must read about what will happen get Weight Loss Surgery for Dummies or Susan Maria's Before and After Weight Loss Surgery. You'll feel much better. You're right, this is routine for these docs and it will all be fabulous!
Stacey
I am 4 weeks post RNY and had no complications. I had the average 2-day hospital stay and was able to walk and eat puree as soon as I got home. I've lost 20 pounds since then and still no complications.
Stop wigging out! If you must read about what will happen get Weight Loss Surgery for Dummies or Susan Maria's Before and After Weight Loss Surgery. You'll feel much better. You're right, this is routine for these docs and it will all be fabulous!
Stacey
Okay Laura....I am going to remind you of this...of course, I will still be at Centennial when you go to have your surgery, but my OH "angel", Denise, will have to tell e'one how I am doing (unless I can muster the energy to post from my phone that day....).......I'll try not to worry...ug.
Preop Weight 293/SW 289/CW 202.3/GW 165/LW158
MIcheala--Like Stacey, I'm a little over a month out and haven't had ANY problems! Things have gone so smoothly that I felt like I was doing something wrong! But I'm not--I do just what the Doc says and everything is FINE! Sorry about the dreams, but now that they are over, they are pretty entertaining! Hang in there--erika
That is so funny. We will have to pep talk each other at 5:30 Tuesday. We will be in there convincing each other to go through with this...I am scared too but it will be fine. Wednesday, we will be laughing at the fear we have today. It'll be fine...ask Phil about some shopping for your St Patty's day surgery buddy..
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