At about 2 p.m., I arrived to my room, my PACU nurse, who happens to be a friend of mine, Heather, got me situated in the bed. The gas pains continued to put an incredible pressure on my chest and my mouth was SO dry. I was dying to just gulp down a big glass of water, when I remembered my new stomach would not tolerate that at all. Next, I remember Dr. Pysher in the room checking on my incisions and asking me what I needed from my bag. She brought me my phone and plugged it in to charge it. I was extremely sedated under anesthesia, but will never forget that. It is unusual to find a surgeon that will come up to your room post-operatively to check on you and even more unusual to find one who is so concerned for your comfort that she is charging your phone for you. Roz Baron, the Bariatric Coordinator at Reston Hospital, came in and walked me through the steps of drinking from one ounce cups. I was to drink one ounce every hour by letting it trickle down my throat. The new "pristine"pouch was only once ounce and was healing from a traumatic day itself. The staff at the hospital was responsive to my every need and made sure I was comfortable. I walked through the department with assistance and was then given the freedom to walk whenever I needed. I walked, walked and walked, the gas pressure would resolve and then quickly come back. This was the worst night of my journey.
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