I’m sorry to have taken so long to post. I’ve had the virus from hell all weekend and still feeling like crap on toast. I did want to start of by saying thank you to everyone for your thoughts and wishes. This is without doubt the best thing I have ever done for myself. I am so happy, (even if I do feel like crap on toast).

Probably the worst part of the whole procedure was the anaesthetist getting a line in. My veins are slippery little devils and it took him 5 goes. I have some lovely bruising. Once the anaesthetic started to work, I got this alarming feeling that there were about 1000 bullants all attacking my pubes. Fortunately I was unconscious before I got the chance to grab myself where it isn’t polite.

Once I woke up, I’m afraid I whinged a bit to the nurse:

Can I have this thing off my face now?
no
When can I have it off?
later
Can I put the bed flat now?
no
When can I put the bed flat?
tomorrow
But I want to sleep
you can sleep with the bed like that
Can I have these things off my legs now?
no
When can I have them off?
tomorrow
Can I have these drip thingies out of my arms now?
no
When can I have them out?
just before you go home

I had these inflatable cuff thingies on my legs, they pumped away, day and night, supposed to stop dvt occurring. Sitting up was supposed to make it easier for me to breathe.

That first night I was given my first drink: 30ml of water. That’s like – a thimbleful. It had to last an hour. With this virus coming on, I was getting more and more dehydrated, and that, combined with the coughing and sneezing, hasn’t been a good thing. But aside from the virus I really do feel good. Pain is quite minimal, and I think it’s more due to the coughing, sneezing, and blowing my nose a million times than to the surgery.

The hospital was real nice. I had a private room. I think it might be all private rooms in there. I noticed that the lady across the hall seemed to be getting the exact same treatment as I was and I assumed she was another one of Adam’s patients.

There was a whole team involved in the procedure, but that’s Adam, the surgeon. Everyone was friendly and upbeat.

The lady across the hall left before I did, I was a bit disappointed because I had wanted to chat with her. Anyway, I had to have an xray on the way home, and there she was, in the xray clinic. We gave each other a high-5 and congratulated each other on our great step forward.

I’ve been so excited. Miserable with this damn’ virus, but only because it’s frustrating me. I want to get on the treadmill and start walking. I want to do exercises and see positive results.

I wanna get out there and do that stuff that skinny people do!