Hello friends, my name is Ron, and I'll be your guest blogger until Angela has recovered enough to resume her entries.
Today, her operation finally happened. Angela and I arrived at the hospital at 7:30 a.m., and the staff wenth through the standard pre-op checkout and questionnaire. She thinks I didn't hear her pre-lap band weight, but I did. No, I won't reveal it - I might want to use it for blackmail at a later date :) Once all the paperwork was in order, she went into surgery at a little after 10:00 a.m. local time.
All went well, and we (me, her Mom, sister, and BFF) met her as she came into post-op at around 2:00 p.m. She was pretty sleepy, still under the influence of the anesthesia. They prescribe walking every 4 hours as part of the post-op. Angela was still pretty doped up at the time of her first excursion (around 3:00 p.m.), and it only went about 8 feet before bringing her back to the bed. The next one went much better, I'd say a good 150 feet or so. She was still having some pain issues, mainly because she didn't understand how the morphine dispenser should work. It allows you to give yourself a very minor dose every 9 minutes or as you need it. She hadn't hit the button for 3 hours!
BFF and sister visited again later in the day, and I left her snoozing at around 8:45 this evening. And so, the real "life with the lap band" story begins. As Winston Churchill once said, "This may not be the beginning of the end, but it is, I think, the end of the beginning."