So, I went to a top London Hospital yesterday morning, booked in and at 10am, had my gastric band operation. The procedure went well, although finding a vein that would behave itself was rather difficult. I spent the day in and out of consciousness, fighting the effects of the anesthetic, whilst fighting with my brain to shut up…it’s rather hard to know what it’s saying when a mask is helping to regulate the oxygen levels in your blood and your body has resigned itself to the sleepy bliss of the anesthesia.
I’m on a liquid only diet now for 2 weeks whilst the band and my stomach settles down to their new partnership. Tomato soup for breakfast is rather strange, but if it does what I need it to do, I’m all for waking up to soup every day!
I’m still very sore from the single incision, but after braving public transport and coming home today, I’m feeling rather positive about the days ahead and of what is expected of me. My mind still thinks KFC would be heavenly, but thankfully, my brain is in charge here and is glad for the fluids that make sure my pain meds get into my system without a hitch.
I have to wear some rather unfashionable socks too to reduce the risk of Deep Vein Thrombosis…I’m looking at them right now and know what they scream – “Get off the PC before your feet swell so badly that we’ll have to cut off your blood supply!!” – that is my cue to go…although fat, I rather love these feet.