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Pre-op Stuff
Mar 28, 2009
Hello Friends,It's time I began this blog. I should have started it months ago when I actually started my WLS journey. Finally, after 4 months of doctor's visits and many months of research, my surgery date is upon me. On this coming Friday, April 3, 2009 I will have the VERGITO. Woo Hoo! I can't believe it's time already.
It seems like time was just dragging along as I jumped through the hoops and made sure I had all of the required classes, doctor's visits, labs, tests, etc. Even though I am self-pay, I still had to do all of the usual preop stuff. But now that it's almost time, I am getting a little anxious.
I am in the second week of my pre-op diet, which consists of 4-5 protein shakes a day and up to 2 bars for breakthrough hunger. Do I like the shakes? No. Can I tolerate them? Yes. I don't feel so much hungry, but I still feel the urge to eat. The weekends are the hardest for me, as I have more free time to fill. Plus I usually cook on the weekend, so I have to find something else to do. Needless to say, my family is on their own at this time. I guess the best part of the pre-op diet is that I have lost 11 lbs.
The worst thing thus far, is weaning off of my anti-depressant. I take Cymbalta and have been completely off it since last Wednesday. Not only am I cranky and irritable, but I cry at the drop of a hat! I was watching the Chicken Little movie with my grand-daughter last night and cried, not once, but twice. Crazy! I will be glad to start taking it again.
In order to get ready for my post-op diet, I went to Wal-Mart yesterday and got stocked up on everything from sugarfree jello to chicken broth. (Yummy!) For the first two weeks, I will be on a liquid diet. Dr. Husted says I can have anything I want, as long as it passes the "straw test." Not that I can use a straw, I can't. But I have to be sure that whatever I consume is thin enough to go through a straw. He said I could have a burrito if I got it thin enough to drink. (No thank you.)
One thing I am worried about is not being able to pick up my grand-daughter. She is only two, so she won't understand. Today I told her the doctor was going to cut my belly and make me better. She thought for a minute and asked if I would have band-aids on my belly. I hope this doesn't make her afraid of the doctor. She might think her doctor will cut her belly too!
