I'm in full force recovery mode now. I'm trying to walk as much as possible as that has seemed to help with my post op pain. I get tired very quickly though so I'm glad I have the rest of this week off.
The surgery itself went really well. My amazing surgeon Dr Church told me I had some scar tissue he had to remove, but also said it was completely normal. He also told me something that worried me a little bit. Apparently he had to "scrape" the tubing from my band off of my liver. But again, he told me it's nothing to be too concerned about, so I'm trying not to think about it.
Saturday as I was removing my bandages, I got emotional when I looked at my incisions. I think part of that was from my after effects from the anesthetic. But part of me felt a sense of loss. I missed my band...for the first time, I missed it. When I first received my band, I felt I had received the biggest gift in the world...and I had. I thought it would be my band and me forever against the world. It helped me lose over 70 lbs! I used my tool to its fullest potential.
Unfortunately, not all tools last forever.
I am going to spend the next few months getting to know myself again. I am going to start setting weekly and monthly goals and get my strength and stamina back.