Posts from the ‘Weight Loss Surgery’ Category
Sleeve gastrectomy
Back at hospital to see the surgeon for my vsg. Just been weighed and I’ve lost 3kg in two weeks. Fabbo.
Doctor
He couldn’t find me! I sat where I was told and the doctor could find me. Admittedly, I was sat behind a thick door and round the corner from the consulting room, but even so, he should have been told where I was.
He asked a few questions about excercise and looked at my stretch marks.
The results from the sleep apnea test wasn’t to be found and the blood tests from May were equivicable so I had to have another one.
The wait was pretty short. Some bloke said he needed a blood test but they couldn’t do one cos he put hand cream on and the needles wouldn’t be able to go through! I want some if that cream.
Nothing was said about a date for the op and I did ask.
Before I left, I was given an appointment with the surgeon in two weeks. More waiting. Hope the underground is not on strike that day.
Even allowing for parking and driving to the station it’s half the price of national rail. About time Oyster cards could be used from harlow.
Off to homerton again
For some tests. Last time I was here, I got the impression that these tests are pre-op tests. Which could mean my vsg (vertical sleeve gastrectomy) op is coming soon. However, I don’t want to get my hopes up.
At the meeting with the bariaric team, we were told we could get called in on a weeks notice. I can deal with that. Should be enough time to arrange someone to feed the cats.
More info later today, I hope.
Sleep study
That’s what the hospital calls it. I was being studied to see if I have sleep apnea. In other words, do I stop breathing when I’m asleep. Dad did. Only found that out when I told mum I was going to be tested prior to getting a gastric sleeve.
Off I trotted to Homerton hospital. There were two of us there. The nice technician told us what was going to happen. We were gong to be strapped to a machine to monitor our breathing. Not the same machines. Different ones.
I had a thing up my nose to measure the amount of air going in and out (not a lot, I should imagine as I breath through my mouth when asleep), something strapped around my chest, and another one round my abdomen, to count how many breaths I take and a doo dah on my finger to check the oxygen levels in my blood and my pulse. Wow. I’m supposed to sleep with this stuff on me?
The ward was very warm, the bed was very firm and narrow. Did I say narrow? It was as wide as I am. I put my arms by my side and they dangled. Nothing there to stop them.
I’ve got a double bed at home; I like to spread out. I start off lying on my left, then roll over to my right. This bed didn’t have room to roll over. It was like that rhyme – ‘There were three in the bed and the little one said roll over, so they all rolled over and one fell out…’ If I rolled over, I would have fallen out.
I don’t know how much sleep I got, but it wasn’t a lot. Hopefully, it was enough for them to give a diagnosis. I don’t fancy that malarky again. Should get the results in a few weeks.
So that’s the next step in the path to slimness.
