OMG how are we here already??
Yes McCauley I know. How in the actual hell are we already here? Tomorrow is surgery day. 😱
Last weekend I was thinking to myself, ‘I really should post an update on my blog’ but I held off because I truly didn’t feel like I had much to update on.
I got up, went to the gym, had a shake, went to work, had more shakes, went home. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Quite surprisingly I adjusted super quickly to being on Optifast and the super limited veges, it was no where near as bad as I was expecting. I didn’t deviate once from the list of what I was allowed and honestly I felt fine so what was the point in dedicated a whole update to “feeling good, nothing to see here.”
And then last week hit.
Last Tuesday out of the blue it was as if my body suddenly decided to retaliate against me and say no more to the Optifast. The first shake I tried to have in the morning made me gag and throw up. I felt sick all day and trying to get another shake down later in the day was utter torture. According to everyone at work I was white as a ghost, I was shaking a lot and I felt so rubbish I was constantly in tears. I even hid away in the office first aid room to sleep and cry for an hour or two.
I didn’t go to the gym that night, I went to bed early and just felt horrendous. Skip to the next morning and I felt well enough to go to the gym, kept down a shake and then the big part of the day; the final consultation with my surgeon to find out if surgery was going to go ahead.
Looking back now I can pretty safely say I think anxiety about this appointment was what had me feeling so sick. Being so nervous that I wouldn’t have lost enough weight and that I would be told surgery had to be pushed left me a complete bundle of nerves.
Turns out I was worried for nothing. I’m now officially down 9.2kgs from the 2nd of Jan and surgery is officially happening tomorrow morning.
The key requirements for two nights in hospital; comfy jammies (bonus points if they have sloths on them), super cozy dressing gown and slippers, phone charger and headphones and most importantly at least two books because who know what type of mood I’ll be in.
Since the all good signal it’s been a rushed week of wrapping up all the important projects I was across at work and handing things over to my team, admissions paperwork for the hospital, getting insurance paperwork sorted and making sure I had everything ready to go for surgery and life afterwards.
Today I made sure to fit in one more gym session, I picked up a very important package from the airport (my mum whose come to help the hubby baby me during recovery) and I made sure to take a trip up to the cemetery to leave some flowers for Grandad to ask him to look out for me tomorrow.
So…spare a thought for me tomorrow morning (like seriously I have to be at the hospital at 6:30….in the AM. Insane!!) we are at t-minus 8 hours until admission time. Hopefully next time you hear from me I’ll be happily drugged up on Instagram in the recovery room.
See you all on the flip side people’s!!
