My surgery time was scheduled for 7:30 am, which meant I had to arrive at the hospital at 5:30 am. I went under and when I came to I was in a regular hospital room, on a floor of our hospital specifically for WLS post-op. I wasn't given anything to drink except this pathetic stick with a sponge on the end that I could use to wet my dry, cracked mouth every once in a while. It was torture.I am drugged up, but I feel pretty good. After a few hours the nurse comes by to take me for a walk. I am surprised at how well I do. I am feeling good, better than I thought I would. All I can think is...I did this. It's done. There's no going back now.
The end of the day comes without fear or problems.
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