We got to the hospital a little before 11, but I did not go into surgery until about 2:30. There was a delay with one of the operations ahead of mine.
I was nervous that something would keep me from getting it over with, but I did finally have the operation. One moment I was looking up at some overhead lights and the next I knew I was in recovery.
My chest hurt like hell. I learned they pump your chest with C02 so I had to do some breathing exercises to get rid off all that. I have a weird thing I breath from and it seems to be helping.
I have five small incisions straight across my stomach. I look like someone planned to bisect me. The meds help but for some reason I keep getting headaches. Maybe it is the unusually nice spring weather?
My appetite is about nil. I am on liquids for a few days, but even though I only drink Ensure and chicken broth I don't feel hungry. Mike suggested egg drop soup tonight but it just doesn't appeal to me.
As long as I get up in a straight line, I'm okay, but if I have to turn (like getting out of bed) it hurts like hell.
Well, at least the operation is behind me. That had me so worried. Now I will be doing some tests as part of a study I volunteered for, mostly easy stuff as far as I can see. The minute they mention "manometry" I am OUT. But there is no reason to do that so it should be okay.
All I know is 2018 better see me in better than perfect health.
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