Okay so I am 4 days in and wasn't up to writing so let me start by taking a step back.
Friday- Day 1 Surgery Day
Friday morning Dave and I got up and took a bus to the Clinic. Once we got there they told Dave it would be about 2 hours and said he was free to wait or grab breakfast. I was ushered to a room where I put on a fancy hospital gown, my weight was taken and we went over some of my medical history. I meet with the Dr, the anaesthesiologist and a nurse. When the time came I was ushered into another room where I was asked to lay on my side, an IV was put in. I was told I would be conscious but I wouldn't remember which made me a little uncomfortable. With in seconds I was out and the next thing I knew I was waking up with a terrible cough. A nurse was there to rub my back and talk to me, I pretty passed out again. When I came to enough to be aware they had me sit up, they gave me a lovely bucket (I am sure you can guess what that was for). The IV was still in and I was getting fluids, I couldn't feel the balloon, so far so good. The next step was to get up and sit in a wheel chair. Once I moved I started to throw up, they called Dave and told him it would be another hour. I was moved back into bed, two other ladies had come into my room at different stages of consciousness, 1 had the lap band and the other I think the Gastric Balloon. The Dr kept checking up on me and a nurse was never far from the 3 of us. When I finished my 3rd bag of fluids I was put into the wheel chair again. I felt ill but was able to keep it down. I met up with Dave, they hailed a cab for us and back to the hotel we went.
From Friday afternoon to Saturday afternoon I threw up every hour and a half to every 2 hours. It was a little unsettling it looked a little like blood and as a haemophiliac I was nervous. Also I couldn't imagine how I had that much liquid to come out of me. Dave was amazing for the first couple of hours, the vomit would come so fast I couldn't make it to the bathroom and had to use my bucket. He was there by my side rubbing my back and comforting me. Saturday the Dr checked in, I told him what was going on, he said everything sounded normal.
I sipped at watered down juice as much as I could and slept pretty much non stop when I wasn't throwing up. Saturday night was my last bought of throwing up. Here is an interesting side note, I could not lay on my side for any amount of time. I would get an immediate burning in my chest and nausea, for someone who sleeps on there side this was like torture.
Sunday - Day 3
Sunday was a turn for the better, I felt fairly good, I went for a very slow walk, if I moved to quick or the wrong way I felt ill. I ended up going to far and got cramps. I napped, sipped liquids and in the evening went for a short swim (more like a float). Sunday was the first day I felt hungry and no amount of liquid helped. My brain told me I wanted something to chew anything. Dave went out and got me some meal replacements and jello, the meal replacement oddly enough helped more then the jello.
Day 4 - Monday (travel day)
I woke up feeling terrible, wicked acid reflux feeling. We had to check out of the hotel by noon. I took meds, ate, napped, walked nothing helped. Dave packed everything, checked us out, and called a taxi. The Toronto airport is large and I knew I wouldn't be able to walk the entire distance comfortably so we got a wheel chair. We had a long wait a head of us, just over 4 hours but I was thankful to just sit. I took all meds plus Pepto and gravel and just passed out for the entire flight. Once home I had a Popsicle and about 4 table spoons of watered down soup. So far the pain is bearable most of the time and I'm hoping the worst is behind me.