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Allergic to food and immune to diets: my gastric bypass story
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Thaialina
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OK OK Shel lol.
The evening went by pretty quickly as I was still a bit dozy. At one point Gordon mentioned the dogs and said they missed me, which made me miss them although I had only been away a day. I ended up in tears. My excuse is the effect of the anaesthetic and morphene!! Goedon kept encouraging me to press the morphene button because he said it was better than being in pain. When I refused, he would press it for me. I, personally, think that it was because I cted funny on it and kept dozing off, instead of rambling on and asking him the same questions over and over. He took photos of me to show my mum and a video recording, when I thought that my speech was back to normal. When I watched it later I sound like darth vader (sorry about the spelling!) and didn't make any sense!! I forgot to mention that I was given FasTab tablets to suck which tasted like raspberry.
Eventually, at around 10pm Gordon had to leave. They were extremely flexible with the visiting hours as everyone had a private room, but we thought it best not to push it, plus I'm sure Gordon was exhausted after the long day.
He left the TV on for me, but I still couldn't concentrate. When a new nurse came on shift with my tablet, I told her that I was feeling sick. She explained that it was the morphene and told me to stop pressing it unless I really needed it and gave me a sick bowl. I looked at the bowl for a while, but I, thankfully, wasn't sick.
The nauseous feeling continued and I made a point of keeping well away from the morphene, even with the pain. I kept having to buzz the nurse and she, eventually, put some pain killer in my drip to stop me feeling sick. She also kindly kept reheating the hot water bottle style pack that I had on my wounds to relieve the pain, which really helped. It honestly felt like it took absolutely ages to feel better. I was very hot and bothered and was so glad that I had my strawberry flavoured lipsol and mint spray to give me a more pleasant taste in my mouth. I spent a few hours of that night with my mini fan as well as the hospital fan on. My fan (from Curry's) was a God send because it had a water spray to cool me down.
As the hours passed I felt better. Despite this I couldn't settle for the night and decided to text my sister (in Australia), my mum and Gordon. Not surprisingly, it was only my sister who responded until my mum woke up at 5am. It was nice to have someone to chat to because I don't like being alone and have never had a private room in a hospital for that long. I did, however, struggle to text because I would drift off mid text and wake up with my phone in hand, having text lots of numbers instead of letters!! I recall having to use the commode once during the night. The nurses were never too far away and always willing to help. I didn't sleep properly throughout the night, but when I would I had some bizzare dreams. There was one where all I can remember is L plates where the L shape was made up of fruit! Bizarre! I had these dreams, especially ones involving fire, for a good week following the operation. I can only assume that it was the effect of the medication.
At around 8-9am, as it was Sunday, a nurse came in with my raspberry tablet and to poke me with the dreaded injection again. Not long after, when I as still working on sipping water and dissolving the tablet, a waiter came in with a tray. I could honestly not belive my eyes. Food had been the last thing on my mind, except the fruit in the dream, and they had given me a whole pot of tea to drink as well as a pot of natural youghurt, water and my tablet! This is when I realised that my attitude to food had changed. I sipped the tablet, for what seemed like forever, and reluctantly sipped a little bit of the milk that came for the tea. I toyed around with the spoon in the yoghurt, but didn't get very far at all. It wasn't that I was feeling sick, it was just that I wasn't hungry and couldn't contemplate eating or drinking. This was the second time in my 29 years on earth that I didn't fancy food, the first occassion being when my gran died. It is almost uheard of for me to turn down food or drink!
That morning, when I rang for the nurse, I was allowed to walk to the toilet. Of course it meant undoing my leg contraption and lugging the drip, but they disconnected the morphene machine, which I never want to see again. I was still very unsteady on my feel, feeling dizzy, tired and scared to move too fast in case my wounds would open!! I managed it though and felt very proud of myself. After the big ordeal, I was glad to be back in bed and felt exhausted. The morning drifted on and I watched the little birds in the tree outside my window. I was curious what the weather was like for some reason, but couldn't see past the tree.
Despite feeling tired, I was dying for a shower as I felt so sticky from the iodine and wanted to brush my teeth. The nurse took me off the drip only when she was happy that I'd sipped enough milk and water. I was escorted to the en suite and was over the moon to see the toothbrush and mouthwash to get rid of the bland taste in my mouth. I was helped into the shower and displayed enough balance to be left alone to wash. It was lovely! When I was done, Gordon arrived just in time to help me get my own pyjamas, brush my hair and to totter back into bed. I was glad to see him. it felt like eternity since he was there because of my insomnia and unconventional dreams.
He spent the afternoon with me. I was encouraged to sit in the chair, which I wasn't impressed about as my bust made it painful to sit upright. He had soup for luch with me. He eat his, which was bright green, I think to encourage me to eat my clear vegetable soup. Mine looked far more appetising than his, but I struggled to have more than a few spoonfuls. I was tired and bloated after lunch and headed to bed. Then, Gordon managed, unintentionally, to make me cry again!! He reminded me that this was now my new slimmer life and that I had come through it all and had everything to look forward to. It came as a shock to me, although it was the reason for being there in the first place. It was as if I had forgotten the purpose and had been living in my own little sickness and pain bubble since the operation. It made me so happy that the tears came flooding again. This time I blamed lack of sleep on my emotional state!
The evening went by pretty quickly as I was still a bit dozy. At one point Gordon mentioned the dogs and said they missed me, which made me miss them although I had only been away a day. I ended up in tears. My excuse is the effect of the anaesthetic and morphene!! Goedon kept encouraging me to press the morphene button because he said it was better than being in pain. When I refused, he would press it for me. I, personally, think that it was because I cted funny on it and kept dozing off, instead of rambling on and asking him the same questions over and over. He took photos of me to show my mum and a video recording, when I thought that my speech was back to normal. When I watched it later I sound like darth vader (sorry about the spelling!) and didn't make any sense!! I forgot to mention that I was given FasTab tablets to suck which tasted like raspberry.
Eventually, at around 10pm Gordon had to leave. They were extremely flexible with the visiting hours as everyone had a private room, but we thought it best not to push it, plus I'm sure Gordon was exhausted after the long day.
He left the TV on for me, but I still couldn't concentrate. When a new nurse came on shift with my tablet, I told her that I was feeling sick. She explained that it was the morphene and told me to stop pressing it unless I really needed it and gave me a sick bowl. I looked at the bowl for a while, but I, thankfully, wasn't sick.
The nauseous feeling continued and I made a point of keeping well away from the morphene, even with the pain. I kept having to buzz the nurse and she, eventually, put some pain killer in my drip to stop me feeling sick. She also kindly kept reheating the hot water bottle style pack that I had on my wounds to relieve the pain, which really helped. It honestly felt like it took absolutely ages to feel better. I was very hot and bothered and was so glad that I had my strawberry flavoured lipsol and mint spray to give me a more pleasant taste in my mouth. I spent a few hours of that night with my mini fan as well as the hospital fan on. My fan (from Curry's) was a God send because it had a water spray to cool me down.
As the hours passed I felt better. Despite this I couldn't settle for the night and decided to text my sister (in Australia), my mum and Gordon. Not surprisingly, it was only my sister who responded until my mum woke up at 5am. It was nice to have someone to chat to because I don't like being alone and have never had a private room in a hospital for that long. I did, however, struggle to text because I would drift off mid text and wake up with my phone in hand, having text lots of numbers instead of letters!! I recall having to use the commode once during the night. The nurses were never too far away and always willing to help. I didn't sleep properly throughout the night, but when I would I had some bizzare dreams. There was one where all I can remember is L plates where the L shape was made up of fruit! Bizarre! I had these dreams, especially ones involving fire, for a good week following the operation. I can only assume that it was the effect of the medication.
At around 8-9am, as it was Sunday, a nurse came in with my raspberry tablet and to poke me with the dreaded injection again. Not long after, when I as still working on sipping water and dissolving the tablet, a waiter came in with a tray. I could honestly not belive my eyes. Food had been the last thing on my mind, except the fruit in the dream, and they had given me a whole pot of tea to drink as well as a pot of natural youghurt, water and my tablet! This is when I realised that my attitude to food had changed. I sipped the tablet, for what seemed like forever, and reluctantly sipped a little bit of the milk that came for the tea. I toyed around with the spoon in the yoghurt, but didn't get very far at all. It wasn't that I was feeling sick, it was just that I wasn't hungry and couldn't contemplate eating or drinking. This was the second time in my 29 years on earth that I didn't fancy food, the first occassion being when my gran died. It is almost uheard of for me to turn down food or drink!
That morning, when I rang for the nurse, I was allowed to walk to the toilet. Of course it meant undoing my leg contraption and lugging the drip, but they disconnected the morphene machine, which I never want to see again. I was still very unsteady on my feel, feeling dizzy, tired and scared to move too fast in case my wounds would open!! I managed it though and felt very proud of myself. After the big ordeal, I was glad to be back in bed and felt exhausted. The morning drifted on and I watched the little birds in the tree outside my window. I was curious what the weather was like for some reason, but couldn't see past the tree.
Despite feeling tired, I was dying for a shower as I felt so sticky from the iodine and wanted to brush my teeth. The nurse took me off the drip only when she was happy that I'd sipped enough milk and water. I was escorted to the en suite and was over the moon to see the toothbrush and mouthwash to get rid of the bland taste in my mouth. I was helped into the shower and displayed enough balance to be left alone to wash. It was lovely! When I was done, Gordon arrived just in time to help me get my own pyjamas, brush my hair and to totter back into bed. I was glad to see him. it felt like eternity since he was there because of my insomnia and unconventional dreams.
He spent the afternoon with me. I was encouraged to sit in the chair, which I wasn't impressed about as my bust made it painful to sit upright. He had soup for luch with me. He eat his, which was bright green, I think to encourage me to eat my clear vegetable soup. Mine looked far more appetising than his, but I struggled to have more than a few spoonfuls. I was tired and bloated after lunch and headed to bed. Then, Gordon managed, unintentionally, to make me cry again!! He reminded me that this was now my new slimmer life and that I had come through it all and had everything to look forward to. It came as a shock to me, although it was the reason for being there in the first place. It was as if I had forgotten the purpose and had been living in my own little sickness and pain bubble since the operation. It made me so happy that the tears came flooding again. This time I blamed lack of sleep on my emotional state!
Thaialina
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Right, either I'm really stupid when it comes to computers or the glass of wine I've been sipping all night has gone to my head (probably the latter lol). ANyway, I've found my last thread so will post another one asap.
Smiler, yes you said I would be Ok and you were right as usual. Oh sorry, is your title boss now? Lol.
Alli, Keep me posted on how you get on with your pre op diet. I'll try to write some more asap.
Smiler, yes you said I would be Ok and you were right as usual. Oh sorry, is your title boss now? Lol.
Alli, Keep me posted on how you get on with your pre op diet. I'll try to write some more asap.
georgina
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well im still smiler but im also the boss lol, fancy losing ur thread only u cud do that winky, well how do u feel gliding into those tiny shorts then? i know u were extra chuffed with yourself and u deserve to be hun, hows gordons man flu?, is it still bad the type thats at deaths door lol, i know only too well about that cos theres 3 males in my house and u wud think they need to be in intensive care the way they are lol, thats y when god created women he knew we were special and could handle things better than men lol, id love to see a man give birth and say it dont hurt lol take care winky xxx
mandy-1975
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Hiya
Love reading your story!!!!!!!!!!!! good to see you doing so well too...... i have resorted to calling georgina boss smiler or smiler boss!!!!!
Love reading your story!!!!!!!!!!!! good to see you doing so well too...... i have resorted to calling georgina boss smiler or smiler boss!!!!!
Thaialina
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Story continued...
During that day my dietician couldn't make it, but I had a visit from another dietician who went through the eating plan with me. Basically, she said keep away from fatty and sugary foods. Puree everything for the first 2-3 weeks and then have soft foods for another 3 weeks. She gave me a sheet with all the "rules", which said things like don't drink half an hour before or after eating, take your pills morning and night, start vitamins and minerals after the first 2-3 weeks etc.
Mr Ammori, my surgeon also came to see me and checked out my wounds (with plasters on). He explained that if I felt like it I could go home or stay another night. I decided to stay another night as I know that you always feel better in hospital and then a hundred times worse when you come home. In my case, I was feeling tired, hadn't moved around much and was scared that if I went home too soon that I would feel horrible. I did manage to walk to the ward reception and back, but that was about it.
My mum had arranged to visit from Wales, so Gordon left and I told him that he didn't have to come back again as I would be alright with my mum. He spent the eving in church and got everyone to pray for my fast recovery!! How honoured am I? I had my tea of jelly and a sppon of yoghurt and had a chat with my dad and sister in Australia.
Mum arrived at eight and had brought me loads of presents. I was rally glad to see her. She got me a Me to You Get Well teddy, small clothes to slim my way into and a vast variety of baby food. We spent most of the night chatting and I spoke to my aunt on the phone. She had brought a lovely egg mayonnaise roll for her tea and I was surprised that I didn't fancy it at all. I then knew that the operation had worked. When I felt bright enough, we walked at a snail's pace to the hospital's main entrance - what an achievement!! I wasn't as wobbly without the morphene, but was paranoid that if I made sudden movements my stitches would burst!! Mum stayed until gone ten and then, reluctantly left. I escorted her to the ward's reception as my confidence was growing.
The nurse gave me my dose of diluted painkiller, which tastes foul. After Phoning Gordon to report how I was, I happily drifted off for the night.
During that day my dietician couldn't make it, but I had a visit from another dietician who went through the eating plan with me. Basically, she said keep away from fatty and sugary foods. Puree everything for the first 2-3 weeks and then have soft foods for another 3 weeks. She gave me a sheet with all the "rules", which said things like don't drink half an hour before or after eating, take your pills morning and night, start vitamins and minerals after the first 2-3 weeks etc.
Mr Ammori, my surgeon also came to see me and checked out my wounds (with plasters on). He explained that if I felt like it I could go home or stay another night. I decided to stay another night as I know that you always feel better in hospital and then a hundred times worse when you come home. In my case, I was feeling tired, hadn't moved around much and was scared that if I went home too soon that I would feel horrible. I did manage to walk to the ward reception and back, but that was about it.
My mum had arranged to visit from Wales, so Gordon left and I told him that he didn't have to come back again as I would be alright with my mum. He spent the eving in church and got everyone to pray for my fast recovery!! How honoured am I? I had my tea of jelly and a sppon of yoghurt and had a chat with my dad and sister in Australia.
Mum arrived at eight and had brought me loads of presents. I was rally glad to see her. She got me a Me to You Get Well teddy, small clothes to slim my way into and a vast variety of baby food. We spent most of the night chatting and I spoke to my aunt on the phone. She had brought a lovely egg mayonnaise roll for her tea and I was surprised that I didn't fancy it at all. I then knew that the operation had worked. When I felt bright enough, we walked at a snail's pace to the hospital's main entrance - what an achievement!! I wasn't as wobbly without the morphene, but was paranoid that if I made sudden movements my stitches would burst!! Mum stayed until gone ten and then, reluctantly left. I escorted her to the ward's reception as my confidence was growing.
The nurse gave me my dose of diluted painkiller, which tastes foul. After Phoning Gordon to report how I was, I happily drifted off for the night.
Thaialina
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I had my injection and mediacation and was released from the leg contraptions. Breakfast then followed, which was tea and youghurt. I basically played around with that for a bit. I was then free to have a shower (bliss) and get dressed. I had a stroll down the corridor to see whether I could chat to anyone else who had been in for a bypass, but they all seemed to have left before me. Gordon had warned me not to pack or lift things and I improvised by putting everyhting on the bed and floor to make it quicker for him to pack when he arrived.
On his arrival, we told the nurses that I would be leaving shortly and he literally threw everything into my suitcase! He wouldn't let me carry anything as we left the hospital with my suitcase and all the medication.
The journey home wasn't much fun because of all the spped bumps near the hospital and the potholes on the roads. I realised that I was still quite fragile.
Arriving home was like a military operation because I had to go in without the dogs jumping up to greet me. We managed somehow and I was put on the sofa and blocked in with the coffee table to make sure that I wouldn't get up. Gordon nipped to Tesco to get me my essential foods. He was that fast, he must have looked like a contestant for Supermarket Sweep. He made me spring vegetable soup for lunch, but kindly strained all the bits.
On his arrival, we told the nurses that I would be leaving shortly and he literally threw everything into my suitcase! He wouldn't let me carry anything as we left the hospital with my suitcase and all the medication.
The journey home wasn't much fun because of all the spped bumps near the hospital and the potholes on the roads. I realised that I was still quite fragile.
Arriving home was like a military operation because I had to go in without the dogs jumping up to greet me. We managed somehow and I was put on the sofa and blocked in with the coffee table to make sure that I wouldn't get up. Gordon nipped to Tesco to get me my essential foods. He was that fast, he must have looked like a contestant for Supermarket Sweep. He made me spring vegetable soup for lunch, but kindly strained all the bits.
Thaialina
New Member
I started writing a food and weight diary in between my numerous naps of the day. I gathered that it would be useful to know what I could and couldn't eat and to see my weight drop on paper.
For the first few days I would wake up early, have my tablets, Gordon would inject me and then I would sleep in until around lunch time. My lower belly was blue and yellow from all the injections, but Gordon was good at doing it in the least painful way possible. I spent the rest of Tuesday laid on the couch, eating small meals of soup or Yop yoghurt drink. I recall being allowed to walk half way down the street and back in my nightwear, which tired me out. I was completely shattered!
On the Wednesday I came out in a blotchy rash on my arms. As the GP doesn't do last minute appointments for non-emergencies, we went to the Tesco pharmacy, who advised us to go to A&E. The wait in Tesco's was terrible. I sat in a chair, with my head leaning against a glass cabinet until I was seen. The wait in A&E was even worse and I resorted to lying down on the chairs, again in my pyjamas!! We eventually got to see the doctor who said it was nothing serious, probably an allergy to the medication. The rash gradually disappeared over the next few days.
For the first few days I would wake up early, have my tablets, Gordon would inject me and then I would sleep in until around lunch time. My lower belly was blue and yellow from all the injections, but Gordon was good at doing it in the least painful way possible. I spent the rest of Tuesday laid on the couch, eating small meals of soup or Yop yoghurt drink. I recall being allowed to walk half way down the street and back in my nightwear, which tired me out. I was completely shattered!
On the Wednesday I came out in a blotchy rash on my arms. As the GP doesn't do last minute appointments for non-emergencies, we went to the Tesco pharmacy, who advised us to go to A&E. The wait in Tesco's was terrible. I sat in a chair, with my head leaning against a glass cabinet until I was seen. The wait in A&E was even worse and I resorted to lying down on the chairs, again in my pyjamas!! We eventually got to see the doctor who said it was nothing serious, probably an allergy to the medication. The rash gradually disappeared over the next few days.
Thaialina
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I has smash to eat for a change, but it left a horrible aftertaste and it took days to get rid of that. I haven't eaten it since!
Thursday was a big day as Gordon was in the same hospital as me for an exploratory operation at 7am. I insisted on going and our neighbour drove us in, as neither of us would be able to drive home. Once he was checked in, I laid on the bed and fell asleep. The surgeon thought he had come in to the wrong room when he saw me flat out on the bed, but then noticed Gordon on the chair. It was quite funny.
Gordon went into theatre and, despite still being tired, I was on edge and tried reading a magazine and sipping some Yop until he came out. The surgery was meant to be 15 minutes, but an hour later the surgeon came to see me to say that it had gone well and we would have to wait around a week for the results. Gordon still wasn;t back, so I hobbled down to the theatre entance to wait. another hour passed and I could stand no more. I found a nearby day room and waited there, listening for the theatre door to open. A few times it did, but it was some other recovering soul. After 3 hours, Gordon came out and I rushed after his trolley and the convoy of hospital staff. He was shaking and was still dazed. He calmed down after a bit, but had some complications (I won't go into detail as that's his story to tell, not mine).
I stayed with him to try to support him as best as I could. In the evening, we found out that he would have to stay in overnight and, although I didn;t want to leave him, he ordered me to arrange for my neighbour to collect me and help me take the dogs for a short walk. I have no idea how my little doggies held on that long for a wee! After the walk and making a few calls I made myself some mushy peas, which went down well before bed.
Thursday was a big day as Gordon was in the same hospital as me for an exploratory operation at 7am. I insisted on going and our neighbour drove us in, as neither of us would be able to drive home. Once he was checked in, I laid on the bed and fell asleep. The surgeon thought he had come in to the wrong room when he saw me flat out on the bed, but then noticed Gordon on the chair. It was quite funny.
Gordon went into theatre and, despite still being tired, I was on edge and tried reading a magazine and sipping some Yop until he came out. The surgery was meant to be 15 minutes, but an hour later the surgeon came to see me to say that it had gone well and we would have to wait around a week for the results. Gordon still wasn;t back, so I hobbled down to the theatre entance to wait. another hour passed and I could stand no more. I found a nearby day room and waited there, listening for the theatre door to open. A few times it did, but it was some other recovering soul. After 3 hours, Gordon came out and I rushed after his trolley and the convoy of hospital staff. He was shaking and was still dazed. He calmed down after a bit, but had some complications (I won't go into detail as that's his story to tell, not mine).
I stayed with him to try to support him as best as I could. In the evening, we found out that he would have to stay in overnight and, although I didn;t want to leave him, he ordered me to arrange for my neighbour to collect me and help me take the dogs for a short walk. I have no idea how my little doggies held on that long for a wee! After the walk and making a few calls I made myself some mushy peas, which went down well before bed.
Thaialina
New Member
Thanks Nic!
I'm home from Scotland and I'm far too tired to type another chapter in my story today, but will try to this week!
Visit to Scotland was well worth it though. I did the Fire walk 4 times and even managed to break an arrow with my neck! New body, new life, new me and this time I'm much more confident! Hey, if I can walk on fire I can do anything!! Lol.
I'm home from Scotland and I'm far too tired to type another chapter in my story today, but will try to this week!
Visit to Scotland was well worth it though. I did the Fire walk 4 times and even managed to break an arrow with my neck! New body, new life, new me and this time I'm much more confident! Hey, if I can walk on fire I can do anything!! Lol.
