Yes, I am back! On Monday, I went for my weigh-in with the nurse at Capio St. Görans Sjukus in Stockholm. I weighed 102 kilos, which meant I’d lost enough weight to go through the operation. Then I went home and packed my hospital bag to be ready for the next morning. I had to purchase one extra item for my hospital bag, per request from nurse, compression socks to help prevent blood clots. These had to be worn during the operation and the entire time I was at the hospital.
Me checking in at 6:45AM at the hospital. I look strangely alert for someone still sleepy. 🙂 (Photo: me)
I had to be at the hospital by 6:45AM. I took an Uber to make sure I arrived on time and I was checked in, changed and waiting to be operated on by 7:15AM.
When I compare this hospital experience to what I had in Greece back in the 1990s….yeah, this was like staying in a five-star resort compared to that experience. Honestly, I still have nightmares about the Greek public hospital experience. I am sure not all Greek public hospitals are like the one I experienced in Volos but the whole thing made me happy I live in Sweden, that’s for sure.
Me, post-operation. Sleepy, a little sore and in my stylish hospital PJs. It was actually easier with theirs than changing to mine. (Photo: me)
One of the first things that struck me was how calm the doctors and nurses were. They came to meet me in the waiting room and then escorted me to the operating room. Once there, they talked me through each stage of the operation and made sure I was comfortable on the operating table. I was covered with a weighted, warming blanket and then they began inserting the IVs to be used to administer anaesthesia, etc. I was out pretty quickly. Unlike the horrible Greece incident, I did NOT wake up on the operating table. I didn’t wake up until I was in the recovery room. The doctor spoke to me very calmly and made sure I was feeling okay. Then I was moved to my room in the gastric ward on the 8th floor.
One of the first things I did was sip a few spoonfuls of water. My throat was parched, as were my lips. Good thing I had my Carmex with me. I spent a lot of time sleeping, but I also did a lot of walking in the corridors to help with the gas pain and general surgical pain. Actually, I didn’t feel a lot of pain. I was sore, sure. But it was manageable. I’ve got five incisions from the surgery–they look pretty good. I thought they’d use surgical glue to close the incisions, but I instead I’ve got sutures that look almost like staples. In two weeks, I’ll need to go to my local doctor to get them removed.
Breakfast of champions? Maybe so. Tastes good anyway. And it’s rich in iron and calcium.
I spent the next few hours (when I wasn’t sleeping or walking) having blood drawn, getting temperature checked, having doctors or nurses listening to my stomach, checking my breathing, checking my blood pressure, checking that even my urinary tract was functioning as it should.
All the while, I was being fed glucose intravenously. That went on until the next day, when I was told that I could have breakfast: 2 dl of gruel, yoghurt or sour milk (it’s similar to yoghurt and Swedes love it). I had lactose-free Greek yoghurt. It took me 45 minutes to eat all of it.
For lunch, I had mild tomato soup (also 2 dl). And then later I had a snack of 2 dl of rose hip soup. Mind you, the recipe in the link has sugar in it, but the one at the hospital was unsweetened.
Since I had no fever, my incisions looked good and my pain levels were pretty low, I was discharged from the hospital at 3PM on the 24th. Now I am at home recuperating. I will be on sick leave for a month, which is good. I need the time to get adjusted.
So far, I’ve had breakfast + a snack + lunch. I’ve taken one walk and will take another in a few minutes. I actually feel pretty good. Sure, I am still sore, but I expected the pain to be worse.
Walking in my neighbourhood in Solna, Sweden.
I probably need a nap soon too.