2nd and Final Day in the Hospital

At 7:30 am, I was rolled down to radiology for an X-ray and an esophagram. It was quite painful for me to have to shimmy my body from the stretcher to the X-ray table. I moved my hips and by shoulders back and forth until I was on the table, but it hurt. Little did I know, THAT would not be the worst part of this test. The X-ray was no big deal and is down in the rare instance that my surgeon feels the band has slipped. He can take a current X-ray and compare it to the one taken right after surgery to see if that is indeed the problem. Now, on to the bad part...the esophagram. It was really cool to watch, but a terrible test to go through. They make you drink this clear liquid which isn't as horrible as they say, but far from delicious through a straw (which I'm never to do because it bloats the stomach). As you drink the liquid it shows up black on the screen. Liquids immediately go down your esophagus to your stomach and through you small intestine. It was cool seeing it funnel through the lapband, so I know that is working properly. Here was my problem. Apparently, I digest things a little slower then most people. We saw the liquid go down my esophagus and fill my stomach, but that's where it stopped. The doctor left and said he would be back. A few minutes later he came back, but the liquid was still stuck in my stomach, so he left again. The technician said I should drink more because it would have pass better, but I felt I was already passed my limit. I know that it's important to make sure my body is functioning properly, but there has to be a limit too. So, the technician said she would need to rock my body back and forth to help the liquid pass. Back and forth I went. About five minutes later, the doctor comes back and success!! Everything is working well and he is happy with the results. I'm wheeled back up my room afer being down there for about 3 hours and they want me to drink 4 ounces of water and cranberry juice total before they will release me. This is the first time I will have anything in my system since Sunday night. I get 2 ounces down but not feeling that great anymore. They are still ready to release me soon. Anthony comes and says I don't look as good as I did yesterday. I tell the nurse I'm not feeling well and she suggests I walk a little and try to go to the bathroom. I walk and I'm ok. I go to the bathroom and I'm ok. I wash my hands and just lean on the sink because something just doesn't feel right and then I get sick. The nurse says this is completely normal and I'm doing great. I go bad to bed and fall asleep for a bit, get a brief education on the coming week and then decided to get dressed and see how I'm feeling. Still not 100%, but better. We finally leave the hospital around 3:00 and stop by my parent's house so the kids can give me some balloons they made and flowers they picked out for me. After all that horrible medicine was out of my system, I started feeling much better. I still needed help getting up from the couch and walked around holding my stomach, but I started drinking water and was not having any problems with keeping it down.