Home from the hospital

I met with the surgeon yesterday about the gallbladder pain and he admitted me to the hospital. He said I was too dehydrated and sick (malnourished) for him to operate but he did my surgery this morning after a lot of fluids and vitamins. He noticed that my liver was no longer fatty, but it had a strange nodular look, so he took a biopsy. That pain is actually worse than the gastric bypass. I will find out the results in about five days. I couldn't believe how much pain I was in when I woke up in recovery. They gave me Fentanyl, but it dropped my blood pressure so low that they were afraid to give me any more than two doses, neither of which removed the pain. I went back to my hospital room and the nurse gave me some Demerol, which did help a bit. Typical of the new me, despite severe pain, I wanted to get up and go to the bathroom right away so I could speed the healing process. I was also used to getting up on my own to the restroom and just taking care of myself because the night before I was doing pretty well and didn't need any help up out of bed. Today, I tried to do the same thing and upset my Nazi CNA, who wanted me to call for help first. If I waited for her, I would have wet the bed each time! I realize that I like being a hospital employee much better than a patient. The worst thing was that I felt totally alone. My parents weren't able to come visit at all on Thursday and no one was there when I came out of surgery. My dad did show up about 30 minutes after I got back to my room and I felt so relieved to see someone, especially when I was in so much pain. My mom finally showed up around 5 pm Friday to take me home. She bought me my new favorite meal, a taco, on the way home and a salad for tomorrow. She is also going to keep my dogs another night. I don't think I can get up and down the steps of my apartment building to let the dogs out all day. I do appreciate that. I hate it that my life is getting so much better, but it just makes me feel more and more aware of not being in a relationship. I walked around the hospital unit and looked at everyone else surrounded by husbands, wives, loved ones, etc. and it kind of broke my heart. I hope that Heavenly Father has something in store for me because I have a lot to offer someone now, especially now that I am getting smaller and smaller. My waist size is now the same size as my thigh was before I started losing weight!! I was proud of myself though because last time I was in a hospital bed there on the unit, I completely filled the bed with no room to spare. This time, I fit just great and had so much room to move around! I also feel stronger, healthier, and better prepared to take care of myself, so I made my mom just drop me off at home. Sometimes the best medicine is your own bed!!! Anyway. . . sorry for the long post. Just wanted to leave an update.