Hello everyone! Today is nearly two weeks post-op! This blog post will take us from the day after surgery through today.

Surgery Recovery and The Best Mom
The night after surgery I slept really, really well. I was prescribed liquid codeine and took it before bed to help with pain. I stayed at my mom and dad's house for two days following surgery. I was really worried about falling asleep because of the scary first night I had, so I stayed with them so my mom could watch me that night and take care of me. I also stayed because I knew there was no way I was going to be able to handle all of the bumps on the car ride back to my house because I-15 is torn up and an absolute mess. Ken was super supportive and came down to see me when he was off work. I was grateful for a good night's sleep and the comfort of knowing my mom was there to watch me in case I got into trouble during the night. But I am happy to report that things were just fine and the hospital potassium hiccup was a one-time fluke. Over the next two days, my mom took really good care of me and I am so grateful for her. Her support and care made a rough couple of days so much easier.

Gas Pains, Liquids, and The Potassium Conundrum
The first two days after surgery I focused mainly on walking to alleviate the gas pain I had, which was not fun. I've never had pain like that before and I don't really know how to describe it. During a laparoscopic procedure, they essentially blow you up like a balloon, and it took about 5 days before I felt like all of the air was out of my body. For me, it settled in right below my sternum and shoulder blades and walking was really the only thing that helped it go away. I needed the prescription pain meds I was given and chewable Tylenol for breakthrough pain until Wednesday evening, and then I didn't need to take anything after that.

I also focused on getting in my meals and fluids over the first few days because it definitely takes some intentional work and time. My meals consisted of chicken broth and sugar-free jello for the first two days after surgery. After that I was able to move to full liquid which included yogurt, string cheese, and cottage cheese. Each meal was limited to four tablespoons. I also worked really hard to get in a full 64oz of fluid. It's a lot of small sips which has taken some getting used to because I am typically a guzzler. Ice water was impossible at first (and still is). The cold liquid caused my insides to spasm and was actually pretty painful. So I moved to room temperature liquid and it got a lot easier to get all that liquid down.

I also had to continue taking potassium supplements which I was NOT looking forward to. They were so painful to swallow in the hospital and I did not want to go through that again. The pain after gastric bypass when you swallow too much of something at one time is like a massive cramp right under your sternum. And depending on what you swallow it can last anywhere from a minute to thirty minutes. So needless to say, I wasn't keen on trying to take them anymore. We called the pharmacist because the prescription for the potassium said not to chew or crush (eye roll), but after talking to them they said that it was ok to dissolve the pills in some warm water. So we tried that...but the potassium pills don't really dissolve completely. They dissolve down into large granules that settle in the bottom of a glass of water. So after three attempts to drink it down out of a shot glass (remember I can only drink about an ounce at a time), we needed another solution. I had the idea to draw it all up into a syringe and try squirting it in my mouth instead. However, on the first try using the syringe, all of the water squirted into my mouth but left all the potassium as a plug in the syringe. Fail! So now my mom decided to give it a try. I opened my mouth, she took aim, and she hit the plunger really hard to try and get it all out. Oh and it came out....forcefully! It shot into my mouth, hit the back of my throat, and gagged me. Some of it sprayed in my hair and on my face, and some of it sprayed back on my mom. We both about died laughing (I was laughing and choking) and decided it was time to give up on the potassium! So...I just stopped taking it. I was grateful for the much needed laugh, though belly laughing like that after surgery hurts quite a bit...even if you are holding your stomach. :)

Emotions and Head Hunger
Here me when I say this, I wasn't at all prepared for the emotions that I would have the week after surgery. Everything just felt really raw and at the surface. I would tear up and cry for no reason. I was also working through a lot of head hunger. As an emotional eater, when these emotions surfaced, I didn't know how to manage them because food was no longer an option. It was now, for the first time, that I confronted the fact that my relationship with food as I knew it was over. Forever. I absolutely knew this going into surgery...but it didn't REALLY hit home until my first meal of chicken broth and jello. Gone are the days of a plate of spaghetti for dinner. Gone are the days of a cheeseburger and an order of fries. Gone are the days of an ice cream cone or milkshake as a Friday night treat. Hell, gone are the days of a big cobb salad or a piece of corn on the cob. Honestly...I found myself grieving with that realization for the first several days. Add that to the fact that I had just undergone major surgery. In retrospect, I guess some raw emotions should have been expected.

Following surgery you are in pain, you are exhausted and emotional, you're hungry (legitimately) but you also have head hunger. It's a lot to deal with. Fortunately, when I was able to move up to full liquid, and the gas pains had subsided, a lot of this went away. The cravings, the head hunger, it all got better. But it's not gone forever. And I have had moments here and there. This is and will be the biggest challenge to this new life. Because not only does my relationship with food change, but it changes in a way that only those who have had weight loss surgery can really understand. I will never consume food again in the way that the general population does. My anatomy is physically changed so that how I eat and what I eat will be altered forever. It's worth it...but that's heavy. Especially in the beginning.

Post-Op Follow Up
Ten days after surgery I had a follow up with my general practitioner. His name is Jordan Roberts and he is located in the Holiday Family Practice at Granger Clinic. He is absolutely the best doctor I have ever had. So if you are looking for someone new I highly recommend him. Anyway...ten days post op, I followed up with Dr. Roberts to check my blood pressure, potassium, and incision sites.
Drum roll.....

• My metabolic panel was COMPLETELY NORMAL. This is the first panel I have had in at least the last 3 years where every measure was in a normal range...including my potassium!
  
• My incision sites look great! I think it will probably be about three weeks before they are all healed. The only complication I had with them is that I am allergic to the adhesive on steri stips and band aids. Once I took them off things got much better!
  
• I have not taken any blood pressure medication since the day before surgery and my blood pressure was NORMAL (126/76) for the first time in more than 10 years. I am 100% off of any blood pressure medication.
• And finally, my weight. Ten days post op I was down....EIGHTEEN POUNDS! I still can't even wrap my mind around that.

I have more energy right now than I have had in a long, long time. Long enough I can't even remember the last time I felt this good. I have had successes losing weight in the past, but never this quickly. I think it is probably much more noticeable when it's so quick because I feel amazing and don't remember that from previous weight loss. But the way I feel right now is probably partly due to the weight loos, but to the alteration of hormones and metabolism. There has most definitely been a metabolic shift in my body. Even when I have lost significant amounts of weight in the past (75lbs over 6 months) and was relatively fit, my blood pressure was never normal. My labs were never normal. I have never felt this good. So the weight loss that will accompany this change is welcome...but the health benefits from the metabolic shift are already happening, and that's my whole reason for taking on this journey in the first place.

Today officially marks 5 days post surgery! This is the first day I felt up to sitting down and typing up a post so I have a bit of catching up to do! This post will take us through the night before surgery through my discharge at 1 day post-op.

Pre-Surgery Jitters and "Before" Pictures
The night before surgery was the first time I really started to get any nerves. I was mainly nervous about getting to the hospital, having them put me under, and then deciding not to do the surgery. It was a bit irrational in retrospect, but I was so anxious to get things underway I was really worried that something would happen to postpone the surgery or make it so that it couldn't happen. Jitters aside, I was actually able to sleep really well that night.

As I was getting ready for bed, I showered and washed with the antimicrobial wash as instructed, and I decided it was finally time to take my dreaded "before" pictures. I put them off for a long time, partly because I didn't want to see them. But truth be told, I mostly put them off because I didn't want to feel like the Kacey before surgery was any less worthy, any less loved, or any less me than the Kacey after surgery would be. So I struggled with whether or not to even take them. In the end, I decided to do it because I want to be able to see my progress along the way. I want something to look back on and see how much my body has changed...my equally loved, equally worthy, equally me body. So here I am taking a majorly vulnerable and scary step by sharing them with all of you who are reading.

The next thing I remember was waking up really, really groggy and moaning a lot. I was in pain but didn't understand why. It took me a minute to register where I was, what had happened, and that I was out of surgery. I don't remember a whole lot about being in the recovery room. I remember the nurse telling me I was ok and that they would be giving me something to help with my pain and I would get relief soon. I also remember her handing me the PCA pump that allowed me to give myself doses of Dilaudid. I do remember asking the nurse at one point "am I skinny yet?" but that's about all I really remember from the recovery room! I do remember being wheeled out of recovery into my own hospital room and seeing Ken and my mom there waiting for me. It was a big comfort to finally see their faces. All in all, the surgery itself lasted about an hour and I was in recovery for about the same amount of time, so I was comfortable in my own room at about 11:45am. By this point I was feeling great (thanks anesthesia and dilaudid!) and still coming out of anesthesia...but I thought I had it fully together. The picture below is evidence otherwise!

Once I was in my room, I was greeted by my care staff for the day including the CNA and nurse who would be caring for me over the next several hours. They were absolutely amazing. At about 12:30pm they started having me take small sips of water. I was allowed 1oz every hour. My mouth was really, really dry so they gave me some oral sponges to help and let me have a few ice chips as well. Drinking the water initially out of surgery didn't hurt but definitely caused a cramping discomfort when I swallowed. My throat was also sore and a little hoarse from the intubation tube. It was about this time that I also "met" my neighbor in the room next to me. She was an elderly woman who kept calling out "help me" at the top of her lungs during the times she was awake (which was a lot). It was absolutely heartbreaking and something I will remember forever.

Around 3:00pm I was feeling great and ready to get up and take my first walk. My mom was there with me and helped me do 4 laps around the nurse station. Walking is absolutely essential after surgery to help dissipate the gas that they pump you full of so I was determined to do it. On our walk, I noticed my ears started to feel like I was under water because my hearing sort of got muffled. It passed pretty quickly so I didn't mention it at all. At 7:00pm I was ready to take another walk before the nightly nursing staff change. My mom went with me again and we did 5 laps around the nursing station. I needed to pause in the middle because my head felt like I was under water again and my hearing became muffled. After stopping for a few minutes it cleared again and we walked back to my room. Things to this point had been absolutely fabulous, I felt great,  and my care team had been amazing! Oxygen was good, pulse was good, blood pressure was good, and I felt fantastic. By this time I was just ready to hit the hay and get some rest so Ken and my mom headed home and I put on a tv show to fall asleep to.

This is where things start to get a little fuzzy for me. I remember the alarm on the monitor that was checking my vitals started to beep incessantly. Every time I was just about to fall asleep it would go off again. My poor little neighbor was also having a struggle and continued to cry out for help continuously through the night. I remember looking back at the vitals monitor and seeing my oxygen level in the low 80s and my pulse rate at 46. It was at that point that I pushed the call button for the nurse and the CNA came into take my vitals. When the CNA took my blood pressure it was 90/46. I remember asking her if it was anything to be worried about and she told me no since I hadn't had any blood in my stool (?) and my drain looked fine. Through the night, my vitals continued to be really volatile. My pulse and oxygen would come back up to normal levels (Pulse 75 Oxygen 98) and then drop significantly (Pulse 40s Oxygen low 80s). A few hours later when the nurse came in to take my vitals I asked again if it was anything to worry about. She said that it was probably the dilaudid. My brain was fuzzy so I didn't push any further but I knew something was off. I was having a hard time breathing and had to concentrate on each breath in and each breath out. Because of this, I had sat myself completely upright in the hospital bed. At one point, I tried to recline it back down but it wouldn't work. Three different  people came in to look at it and couldn't fix it. I spent the rest of the night sitting upright, focusing on breathing, with my alarm going off about every 10 seconds.

At about 5:00am the next morning I had the sense to finally text my mom who immediately came up to the hospital. Before she got there, they drew a blood sample and let me know my surgeon would be coming in shortly to talk with me. My mom and the surgeon walked in at about the same time and that's when I found out that my potassium had dropped to critical levels in the night. They believed it was due to the atenolol-chlorthalidone that I had been taking prior to and the day of surgery. At this time the nursing staff changed again and I was prescribed potassium supplements to take. They were HUGE pills and really hard to swallow with my ounce of water allotment. It was extremely painful but I finally got them down. My mom made sure the new care team fixed my bed so I could finally lay down and also had them change the sensitivity on my monitor so that the alarm beeping would stop. I was finally able to get some sleep in the chair in my room. They took more blood and tested it to make sure my potassium was back in a safe range after giving me a second dose of potassium pills (4 total). About two hours after the potassium supplements my vitals began to stabilize.

Over the next several hours my mom and I just talked and worked on my water sips and breathing exercises. Things started to turn around and I was doing really well. The head nurse for the floor (I believe she was over quality control) also came in and asked me for feedback from the night. I was able to share the night's events with her and she was a great support in making sure I had everything I needed for the last several hours of my stay. At about noon my levels had stabilized and things looked good so they let me know that I could be discharged around 4pm. Just prior to discharge, my new nurse Jose came and took the staples out of 5 of my incision sites. He removed the drain from my 6th incision site. That drain was a trip. It freaked me out having it hanging out of my body. I didn't actually realize until after it was removed that it was easily 2 feet of tubing that was inside me...maybe more. Sometimes ignorance is bliss!

I was discharged at 4:00pm and still a bit shaken from the night's events so I ended up going home with my mom where I would spend two days (I'll post about this tomorrow). I don't recall much from the drive home because I slept in the car. My pain was well-managed and I was grateful to be heading to the comfort of home!