Ambivalence?

Did anyone here who's post-op feel ambivalence *even while being rolled into the OR*?? Thank you!

Nope - I might have had a moment of it at some point pre-op but it was fleeting and I was thrilled that I was able to have the surgery and have been thrilled since then.

not at all. I couldn't wait to get on the table. I was afraid something would happen to stop surgery.

As they were prepping me for surgery, one of the women said, "You've done so well, I'm surprised they aren't having you do this the old fashioned way!"

"Now's a good time to bring this up lady!"

I am glad I did it. I am down 216 lbs, and as fit as I've ever been. It has been a real trip, but one I am glad I took.

Ambivalence is defined as "the state of having mixed feelings or contradictory ideas about something or someone."

My feelings were 100% positive - excitement and readiness. I couldn't wait for surgery and my post-op life.

I was ambivalent early on. So ambivalent that I put it off several years. But when I made up my mind, the ambivalence was gone.

As they wheeled me in to the OR, I asked the surgeon to make the incisions look like bullet holes. Maybe add a couple in the back, for through-and-throughs. He declined.

I was terrified, but not ambivalent. If you are feeling ambivalence, perhaps you have really disassociated your mind from your body after years of not wanting to live in your body.

I was pretty much freaking out until about the week prior, and then suddenly I felt a sense of calm. I guess I had resolved my issues, and gained acceptance. Slightly nervous, but not ambivalent.

Ambivalence might not be a bad description for my feelings. I had been through most of it with my wife's WLS some years before, and I knew that I had done as much as I could do in learning weight control without it, so it was time. Was going though the prep things with the nurse in the prep room when he asked me if I was ready to go. "Let's go, follow me" (I knew ahead of time that the doc's preference was to have his patients walk in rather than be wheeled in if possible) and I followed him through the catacombs of the basement where the ORs were, got into the OR where they strapped me down on a cross! Told the anesthesiologist something to the effect of "how thoroughly medieval..."

I was grabbing the door jam and freaking out My surgeon gave me a look and asked do you want to cancel? I KNEW if I didn't go through with it I never would. Thank goodness I did, it saved my life