Post Gastric Bypass Surgery

Went to theatre at 12.30 and was back in the recovery room by 3pm.

The last thing I remember was the anaesthetist asking me if I was still awake. Next, I was being asked my name. I was given some morphine for the pain. I remember asking if I had the sleeve gastrectomy or the bypass. I had the bypass. OK.

After a while, I was wheeled into my own room. I feel special! The next few hours I was in and out of sleep; I was aware of nurses coming and going and taking my sats and BP asking how I felt. Everything was fine.

A friend called to see if I was ok. He said he was my brother. Mum would be surprised!

Staff were amazed at how alert I was, so soon after the operation. I put it down to Arnica, a homoeopathic remedy that aids recovery after trauma, and lets face it, I did have some major trauma.

Mum and Alex came to visit last night. They got here at 7.30. Visiting hours finish at 8. Hey ho. Mum was pleased that I was ok. That’s all she wanted to know.

I had a restless night, as always in a strange bed. Should have used my pzizz sleep system. Hindsight is always 20/20!

Had a trainee doctor come to speak to me this morning. He wasn’t one of my doctors, but needed to interview some patients. He was learning to get patient history.  Nice chap. His fiancée has a cat phobia!

Another doc came by later. He was part of the surgical team. He decided to take me off the drip and oxygen and told me I could get up and walk around a bit. Yay. Still a bit sore, but I’ve been given soluble paracetamol.

Next, the bariatric dietician came to give me a list of what to eat when I’m dischared. It’s a four stage plan. Still going through it to see what I’m allowed. I asked if she knew when I might be discharged. Apparently, doctors are talking about tomorrow.

That’s all for now. getting tired. sleepy time.