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At 6am my alarm went off and I knew the day had finally arrived, I had been waiting for this day my whole life, an end to being obese, a cure in a way... I was excited and nervous all at the same time. I got up and had my shower, got dressed and before I knew it Mum was at my house to pick me up. The girls (my boarders - Soph & Trish) got up early aswell to say goodbye to me.. I had packed my bag I think about 10 times over to make sure I had everything. Mum took some photos just before we left.
We got in the car at 7am to go to Epworth Private Hospital in Box Hill, I remember getting into Mum's car and almost crying, the hospital had given me a premed to take because I am a bit of a nut when it comes to needles, so they said to have that so I was calm. In the car I remember saying to mum, I think I have changed my mind, and she pushed me and said No you want this done Kim, just think this time tomorrow it will be all over. The entire car ride I shaked and just kept saying in my head, 'I want to be skinny' over and over again.
When I got to the hospital we checked in and then we were taken upstairs to the ward, the nurse came and showed me to my room and said to wait there until they came and told me to get ready. The anathesist came in and spoke to me and I told him I was terified of needles, he gave me another 3 tablets, and then I was calm and off my tree LOL... those nice pills.
The nurse then came in and told me it was time for the gown to go on... I think that is the scariest part of all, putting the gown on. I was shaking so much mum had to help me, I put the gown on and then got onto the bed and sat there waiting.. I was like a 5 year old kid, holding my Mum's hand so tight. Then the guys came in to push me to theatre then the real tears came, I started balling my eyes out. I told Mum I loved her, I knew I wanted it done, I was just so scared..
When we got down stairs to theatre I was pushed into a waiting type area with 2 other people having other opeartions, they then came and checked everything with me, who I was, what I was there for etc. I was still crying... LOL.. What a sook I was... The ladies asked me why I was crying I said I am scared of needles.. They then got Patrick to come and talk to me.. patrick straight away said what are you crying about, I said I dont want the needle, he basically said tough, you will be fine... I was then wrapped in nice warm towels and pushed into theatre, I remember looking at Patrick and saying look after me, and he said he would, then I said to the anathesists assistant, I hate needles please cover my eyes so I can't see... That is the last thing I remember...
A few hours later I woke up in recovery, making a strange ah it hurts noise, and the nurses came over and put morphine in my drip, it was then I discovered the best thing in the world 'MORPHINE VIA DRIP' It was sensational!! As soon as I was awake a bit more I was pushed back up to my room and there Mum and Dad were waiting for me... It was all over... Well the operation, but my life was just about to begin all over again................
