The hard part is just beginning

I had my surgery one month ago. Time flies. As of today I am down 23.8 pounds. That's great news. I understand that 20 pounds is about average for RNY in the first month of recovery. My surgery went well. I had to have a second surgery the following day to deal with a pesky blood clot that was growing in my belly. Now I know what they mean when the say the belly is rigid. You could have bounced quarters off that thing that day. Seriously though, I could barely stand because I was so weak. They took me to imaging in a wheel chair and I couldn't stay awake during the ride. It was pretty bad. I didn't know I was slowly bleading out, only that I felt really lousy and tired. I am so grateful for my sister Cheryl. I don't know that I would have survived that week of hell without her being there. She slept in my room with me. Walked with me, rubbed my back and feet. Helped me out of bed every time. She was an angel. Thank you Cheryl. She even extended her stay by a few days to help me get on my feet at home. I was in the hospital having surgery on Monday and was released at noon on Friday. Since the surgery I have been in a moderate amount of pain. Hungry all the time and now that I am on soft foods I find that I want to eat more than I should. And so I throw it up. It's happened 5 or 6 times now. I just can't pass up that last bite and it all comes back up on me. What a drag to come this far and have that happen. I need to start moving my body some now that the pain is subsiding some. It'll help the weight come off and maybe it will tire me out to the point where I get a good nights sleep. Something that eludes me these days. Stay tuned to my progress. It really is a rollercoaster of a ride.