It’s amazing how quickly a pendulum can swing. It’s been nine days since my operation and I am feeling pretty good, but I would be lying if I said that these past few days have been easy. Overall, I am grateful that my healing is progressing and that I have had no cause to return to the hospital — and these are huge graces! — but my emotions and my comfort levels have been rather extreme.
First the good news: I am feeling a lot better. I have not taken any pain medicine since Tuesday and I am coping quite well with the liquid diet. Moreover, I have lost ten pounds since the surgery without feeling hunger and I have renewed hope for the future. I am a lucky lady. However, I must admit that my recovery has not been a bed of roses. I find myself lurking quite a bit on the obestityhelp.com boards and I can’t help but wonder why my experience seems to have been somewhat more difficult and more painful than that of others. I suppose we are all individuals, but why have I had so much more pain? I am covered in bruises, my staples itch, I get tired very easily and my emotions can sometimes get the better of me. It hurts when I bend over, and my insides feel as though they are probably as bruised as my outsides. I have a sensitive stomach, although I am pleased that the voiding of blood seems to have stopped. Moreover, despite becoming easily tired during the day, I am having trouble sleeping at night. My body is definitely rebelling. Oh well, I know that it will get better. The odd thing is how few people seem to complain of any pains at all once they eave the hospital. I wonder if my experience is different from the norm or if, perhaps, most people prefer to keep their trials private and share only their joys? People are weird; bodies are weirder.