[Read about day One here.] Day two after gastric sleeve surgery I woke up TIRED. People were in and out of my room at least every hour all night long. I even had to get a new IV at 3:30am. Quite the party!
The rest of the day I just slept and ate. It was a pain whenever I had to get up to pee or walk because I had to get someone to unhook me from: the oxygen cannula, the foot squeezer things, and the oxygen monitor. (In my drugged state I knew I could get them all off by myself, but I’d never get them all back on again.)
Later that morning I got the second heparin (blood thinner) shot. I had one the night before, and let me tell you, they really sting. Fortunately the sting only lasts 20 seconds or so, but it is definitely like being stabbed by a bee. They also switched me off of the pain pump (dilaudid) and on to the liquid vicodin to get me ready for going home.
The doctor came by at around 10:45 and said that I was doing so well that I could go home at 1:00 — 2 hours early. Go me! After that visit, several other people stopped by, including the Lead Nurse (or something like that) who asked me if I had any problems to report.
I told her that I thought it was weird that I hadn’t been made to walk on day one, and she was visibly startled by that. Of course I should have been. The nurse I had at the time told me that the incentive spirometer (the thing you suck air out of to strengthen your lungs) was instead of walking. I was pretty loopy from the dilaudid, so that made sense to me.
A few more nurses visited me to make sure I knew what I was doing when I got home, and I got dressed and went home! Ah, home. That’s where I wanted to be. Much more relaxing than the hospital.
How did your second day in the hospital go? Were you loopy like I was? Did you get your pain under control? Did you have to stay an extra night?