217.2; Surgery is Hard

So I know that I said I'd be posting last week, but honestly surgery is hard.  I'm back at work this morning and I'm tired as hell. 

Wednesday morning went off without a hitch.  Pete was the one by my side, waiting with me until I went into surgery.  The nurse informed my mom that only one person was allowed to wait with me.  I was anxious about surgery, but I have to give much credit to the anesthesiologist.  He was very attentive to my concerns and assured me that it would all go ok.  I was wheeled into the operating room and don't remember anything until I woke up in recovery.  Awesome job!

I got up to my room and I don't remember much about getting there, except that I was tired.  I do have to say that my lower abs hurt.  The port is attached to your left ab muscle and with every moment, your ab screams at you to let you know that it's not happy it's there.  I felt a lot of pressure in my abs and my left rib area where one of the scopes was put in.  I spent much of Wednesday afternoon dozing on and off.  I know that Pete was there and my parents were there for a while.  I also know that I was asleep for the night by 9pm.

Thursday morning I woke up and they wheeled me down to xray to drink the fluid and have scans taken to make sure that nothing was blocked.  I have to admit, after having nothing to drink or eat for 48 hours, I wasn't hungry, but the flavor of the bitter drink wasn't that bad.  As soon I I got back to my room they started me on water.  2 tablespoons every 15 minutes.  I drank and recorded all morning.  When Dr July came in I asked about being discharged.  The issue was that my bladder had not woken up.  Because I couldn't go to the bathroom on my own, I had to stay until that happened.  I ended up not being able to go home until 5pm.

Over the weekend, I spent a lot of time resting.  I'd get up at 8 am, eat "breakfast" of jello and broth and nap.  Get up and eat lunch of jello and broth and nap.  Get up and eat dinner of broth and jello, watch some tv with Pete and be asleep again my 9pm.  Every move of my abdomen made those abs scream at me.  Every time I sat down, sat up, rolled over in bed, walked fast, stood up too quickly...

I did meet my goal of being below 220 before surgery.  I was 219 in the hospital.  When I left the hospital I was up to 227 from all the fluids they pump you with.  But each day I weighed less and today I am at 217.  I expect to be about 212 or so by my appointment on Wednesday.

So that's all the stuff.  I have photos from before surgery and afterwards that I'll get up this week. 
Any questions?