I am back and wondering what the hell have I done to myself????

[Guest guest]

Clear DayHey Everyone

Well as you can see I am back. I had my surgery on Monday 17th at about

11.30am. Boy oh boy, I thought that the hurdles it took to get there where

going to be the worst of it, but hell it isn't.

Well here goes my long story...

Got the hospital on Sunday evening and had all the x-rays, bloody tests etc etc,

and was as scared as hell. Monday morning was getting ready for surgery (had

just taken my pre-op meds) when I had a visit from Dr Fielding. He told me that

he didn't do the DS any longer and would be doing just BPD and if I wanted to

cancel now was the time. I made the decision then and there to go ahead, I had

come too far to back out now, I was so bitterly disappointed but just wanted to

get it all over with. As Dr F left, my hubby rang to say he'd been delayed and

would be there soon, and the wardsmen turned up to ship me off to surgery, so I

am on the phone blubbering to my husband to hurry cause I needed him. I begged

the nurses in PRE-OP (waiting room for theatre) that if my husband turned up

could they let me see him for a few moments and they agreed. So as my hubby

turned up in my ward they raced him down to pre-op and I was still there thank

God. As I saw him the tears started and I couldn't stop. I told what Dr F had

said and he was angry and asked if I wanted to pull out. I said no, I just

wanted it over with!

My surgery took 2 hours and I was back on the ward by about 3pm. I was soooo

soooo thirsty and was a raving lunatic. Everytime one of the nurses ask how was

my pain I told her it was a 10 (cause I remembered what everyone said). I don't

remember much more than that other than begging for ice chips constantly. On

Tuesday morning Dr Fielding came to see me and I asked how it all went, he told

me everything went really well, he asked how I was feeling and I told him that I

felt like a truck had hit me. I asked what my Gallbladder had looked like and

ever so blasé he told me oh I didn't take it out, nor you appendics (SP?). I

was so furious but never got a chance to tell him as at that point a nurse

dragged him off to an emergency. So all up I didn't have the DS and they didn't

take my extra bits. I am so angry, I am yet to speak to Dr F about this, I

wanted my husband to be with me when I confronted him. So we will do it next

week sometime. Now I know that this is a DS group and now I haven't had the DS,

but please let me stay, I don't know of another support group for just the BPD

and I feel like I know you all so well and can ask you anything? Please please

let me stay!

Back to basics... Since surgery I have constantly felt nauseous and have thrown

up twice. I really am in a quandary as to what to eat. Any smells make me feel

worse! I am constantly trying to sip water. This morning I had my protein

powder mixed with milk (we didn't have skim milk in the fridge as hubby was

about to go shopping) and within about 15 minutes I had thrown it up and felt so

nauseous and sleepy, so I slept for about 3/4 of an hour (when my son woke me

up). I am still feeling nauseous and sleepy and am wondering if this is what

they call dumping????

Well there is my sad story, but hey thank God I am alive. I just hope and pray

that sometime soon I will start to break through all of the nausea. I pray that

everyone else's surgeries went well, I haven't had a chance to catch up on my

emails (I have about 900 of them being compounded daily) so I hope all are well.

Hugs

Tracey Owen

OH P.S. They found our car yesterday. It had been used in an armed hold-up and

doesn't have much damage at all. The baby seat is gone, but we think everything

else was in it (haven't seen it yet, the cops are still going over it with a

fine tooth comb). Yippee something went right for us at least!