Well, I am on the other side of this huge undertaking and I'm pleased. Not ready to post many pics yet since my hubby has control over the camera. I promise I will have some pictures and I will also have a video message or two.
For now, let me catch you up on the story.
July 1, 2009 I went in for surgery. The surgery I remember nothing. I wasn't nervous but I'm not the type to get nervous about stuff. It was more like a feeling of just wanting to get started so I could quit worrying about things that would never change.
The first day I was pretty doped up on a morphine pump. I don't remember hurting but I do remember being sore and struggling to find ways to stay still. I unfortunately understood the instructions on the pump to hit the button EVERY ten minutes instead of you CAN hit the button every ten minutes. The whole day and evening I was in a total drug fog. I kept trying to talk and not making sense. One time I even asked my mother was I talking outloud or in my head because I just couldn't decide.
Day two I was walking. They took out the catheter and I wanted to walk down the hall. By noon I had hit the hall up and down four times. The goal was four times for the whole day. Things were GREAT. I was ready to go home so we started up the discharge papers.
The nurses went ahead and took out my fluids to prep me for going home. They also gave me a dose of strong narcotic for the car ride home. By the time it was close to actually leaving I was about an hour before needing another dose so they went ahead and gave me another wad of this stuff. Mix a day of too much morphine, anesthesia still working it's way out of you, a double dose of strong pain killers, no fluids for three hours, and a girl who runs very low blood pressure...and well, you have the next part of the story.
After the next dose I wanted to get up and go potty so I wouldn't have to worry about it on the way home. I stood up and immediately got sick to my stomach and broke out in a cold sweat. I couldn't stand and my breathing got shallow. I sat down and tried again in another thirty minutes. By that time my mom was there and couldn't believe how my condition had changed since she left me. She called a nurse and my blood pressure had severely dropped. I was dehydrated and over medicated.
We decided immediately I couldn't go home and needed to stay. It took a whole night to get me "right" again and by the next day I was ready to go home. I made the trip fine and had a decent night. The next day I drank some water but had to start taking copious amounts of laxatives and such because the doctors office really needed to have me wake up the colon. It's the last thing to come "online" after surgery.
Well, all night I had terrible pain. I was impacted. At one point I almost passed out on the toilet because my body was trying to "push" but I didn't have the abs to make any "magic". My blood pressure again was going crazy, cold sweats, and I couldn't support my body weight.
We tried everything and eventually my poor mom had to give me a Fleet's enema at 5am. To describe my desperateness, I asked her to pray out loud when she gave it to me because the next stop was the emergency room. Everything came back to life and I was resting comfortably by 8am.
I tell all this mess only because I didn't think these were the things to worry about. Body wise I'm doing fine. The surgery is uncomfortable and the pain is VERY TOLERABLE. It's the side crap that has driven me crazy.
Looks wise? Well, my tummy is FLAT. I mean FLAT. I can only eat about a 1/3 of what I could before. With the tight abs and such a little goes a long way. I'm actually making a conscious choice to eat less volume because it is not comfortable at all to get over full.
My thighs look 100% better. They won't be perfect but I knew that going in. I love the new shape though. It will be neat to actually get some of the drains out so I can just try on a pair of pants to see how my body shape looks different.
My butt. LOL. I have a big ole booty now. I mean a badunkadunk type booty. My doctor suggested building one since I would lose most of it and it would be super flat. Dear Lord! The toughest thing about the actual surgery is getting used to all this ass I am sitting on. It's sore too! But I think it will be well worth it.
I will be posting more as I recover because I've learned a lot of valuable lessons just in the past few days. But, as I sit on the other side, I'm glad I took this step. I was never going to let go of my old body image until I did this. Now I look at myself and think about things I can realistically do once cleared to exercise. I feel that I can start truly leading a healthy and fit lifestyle because I focus on my health and not my loose skin. I was tired of loose skin driving my whole journey. No more.