Glitch.

I'm in the general surgery clinic because we had a little glitch. Since Monday, I've been feeling more nauseous and throwing up.  We called the nurse and I ended up with an appointment for today. Now, I'm lying on a hospital bed with an iv. Apparently I'm very dehydrated. They are trying to get the nausea under control so that I can take in meds, liquids and food again. 

All this is making me very emotional because I thought I would be recovering towards my happily ever after.  Instead I'm wondering if I should have ever done this at all. 

P.S. Scott is typing this so parden any errors in ay shape or form...just try to find them...

My view.

This is the view from my hospital room. Sucky part is, my bed ain't the one next to the window, lol!

Gettin down to business.

Gross update first: my cathater has been removed! But my drain tube is still in. I took a picture of my drain tube. Looks like a hand
grenade, huh?!
I'm still on an i.v., but I am practicing sips of water, isopure (protein water), beef broth, and jello. (This regime is also pictured, lol.) I dunno how they want me to consume all this, considering it is supposed to take me twenty minutes to drink one of those medicine cup thingy's in the picture.
I was on morphine but had a reaction to it; it made me so itchy, it felt like my skin was on fire. So around 1a.m. I stopped taking it and finally told a nurse about it around 8a.m. So I got benadryal for itchiness and oxycoten for pain. But I'm still a little itchy and in pain. I guess it just comes with the territory. I feel like I'm being a big baby.
Meanwhile, I wait for my hubby for good company! Yay!

Recuperating.

So surgery went really well. I'm bummed  tho cause I have a cathater and drain tube. Not fun. The surgery itself went about an  hour long. I'm on morphine, but I'm not all loopy like I thought I'd be. Darn, lol. I'm surprised I can actually type, tho, I am a little slow at it.

Changes.

Soooo. . . I made a change today. I actually spent money on myself, for one. Two, I gotta haircut! I've attached pictures. . . I don't know how that's gonna turn out cause it's from my phone . . .
The cool things about my haircut: it's shorter and bouncier. And I cut off so much (like ten inches) that it's being donated to Locks of Love! I was stoked when she told me I could do that. Made my day!
Also to note, Nina and I received our first pedicures today! It's true--we've never had pedicures. I missed getting a picture. Bummer cause we had fun.

My Little Man.

I am stunned. 

My son has the choice of playing his Nintendo DS or reading and he's reading! I'm so proud of him.

Skinny dreams.

I went yesterday to the pre-op appointment for my bariatric surgery on Friday the 8th. I was at the hospital for 4 hours! It was craziness, I tell you! I went to General Surgery first, to talk with the doc. He said, right away, liquids from here on out! My jaw bout dropped to the floor. So much for my Farewell to Junk Food Party. It wouldn't be so bad if I had some Isopure. It's a protein water--40 grams of protein to a 20 oz bottle. But the commissary is completely out and the water is on back order. So I have to look for it in the civilian world. Poo. That water is great for hunger issues because of the protein content.

So after the doc talk, I headed to anesthesiology for blood draws and surgery prep. They took ten tubes of blood from me. The nurse was like, here have some water. I drank it and she said, here, have some more. Lol!

I found out I am the third case of the day, so I won't be showing up til like around noon the day of. I find out for sure on Thursday. I will stay in the hospital til Sunday afternoon/evening. Then I get to be loopy at home for the next week or so. Scott will be taking off from work til the following Monday.

I am not so anxious for the surgery as I am for other things. I am more worried if my goats will get fed on time. Or people answering the craigslist ads for the goats (they are for sale now) and us not being available. Or the goats getting sick while I am recovering and what if I don't catch it? Or the goats getting their weekly wormer. I guess I am worried about goats, lol. I know that sounds obsessive, but I have a lot of time and heart invested in these four-legged creatures.

At night I fall asleep doing the math on how much weight I'll lose by certain dates. The doc says by the end of March, I should shed 25lbs. I like the sounds of that. It's not going to be easy tho. Liquid diet until the end of March, or even beyond? That'll be tough. Then the issue of no more of the things I love. . . not even in moderation. When I went to the support group we were required to attend, I listened to people talk about the process. One lady said that she was accused for taking "the easy way out" by having the bariatric surgery. She was irate because nobody, unless personally experiencing it, gets what goes into the process. It requires a lot of self-discipline. My goals are set, now it's just time to accomplish them!