Both occur post op primarily because it wouldn't make sense to suffer them PRE surgery.
I finally made my escape from Providence Little Company of Mary aka the little house of horrors (beginning in their kitchen.) This is my interpretation of the place - it's always twilight inside. The rooms are dim; the halls are perhaps a watt brighter (but no more than that.)
As I am fixated on finding a little sun somewhere, anywhere this tells on my psyche.
Back to original business. The two conditions post op are: anorexia and/or depression.
I'd already lost weight in the hospital; as previously remarked, I lived on Italian gelato (less wiggly than American) and yogurt for three days and at that, one meal a day. The first dinner home I was able to eat about four bites and that was it. Up until recently, the pattern persisted.
Am now back , more or less, to usual diet.
Post op depression according to the literature, is routinely thought to be a last ditch bummer from trace anesthesia still in the body.
Today, 9/4/20 I have felt better inch by inch every day which, as you can imagine, is quite welcome. I have an appt. with the surgeon next Tuesday at which I am hoping that he will remove the dressing. It itches all around the borders. Last night I had to put an ice pack on it. Hot tip - ice acts against itching.
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