Hospitalizations

Hope all goes well with your (hopefully final) surgery, Mashie.

I've been hospitalized a few times, including last year when I had complications from day surgery and ended up staying for a couple days and I do not like it at all. I separate my fetish from reality. I have some major surgery coming up, hopefully (I say that because they will make my life better) gastric sleeve, if I get through the approval process and after I lose some weight, joint replacements and skin removal. I'm not looking forward to them, but like I said they will hopefully make my life better.

BBW, I hope your upcoming surgery goes well for you. Remember that a gastric sleeve surgery is not an answer to your problem. You have to make food and dietary changes now. The surgery is only good for a year meaning that after a year your body will adjust to the surgery. So even though you only eat a few bites of cake for example it will be the same as you eating a whole piece of cake now. Yoyu will gain the weight back and probably more. It is a life style change that has to be permanent. Watch "My 600 pound life" on TLC a few times and you will understand what I mean.

I thought about getting a gastric sleeve once but was denied because I found out I had a thyroid problem. You will also have to be on vitamins for the rest of life trying to keep up with the loss your body can't compensate for. Like I said, it isn't a quick fix it is a life style change. You will still have to work at losing weight for the rest of your life. Good luck though.

Mashie

I have only been hospitalized once - overnight for an ankle replacement. While the surgery and recovery wasn't bad - the whole hospital experience sucked! Damn nurses coming in every hour or so - couldn't sleep - asked for a sleeping pill (it was on the doctor approved med list) but they wouldn't give me one - offered me some oxycodone instead. My wife has had some horrible hospitalization experiences.

For those of you who will be having surgery, (Mashie, BBW, Bridgette and others) - I wish you all the best. Doesn't mean our experiences will be yours.

Thank you, Mashie and gwhap. I have seen that 600 lb life show and it actually was what got me starting to think about doing the surgery. I don't want to get as big as those patients are! I've done a lot of research on it and am in a local online support group, so I see people talking about what they are going/have gone through. Yes, it's a lot of work but hopefully will be worth it in the end. I don't mind saying I'm terrified of the actual procedure but there have been no deaths from it in this area, so that is encouraging.

In once as a kid, that was enough for a while. I was 13 and broke my foot enough to where they needed to put pins in. It wasn't an awful experience, just not something I liked much, starting from being 13 and irritated that they put me in the "kiddie part." Then I was worried that embarrassing and uncomfortable things would happen (for the most part they didn't - I even was able to keep my underpants on, but they did have quite the appetite for blood), but it was noisy, light, and people kept barging in to check up on you. I was glad to be home, and for all surgeries since then (not many) "it can be done outpatient, right?" has been in the top 5 questions asked.

I know, pretty wussy, but there it is.

I've had hospitalizations in kindergarten and gradeschool and in middle age, including my last one over four years ago, when I nearly died of diabetic ketoacidosis and of dehydration. This might've been the golden opportunity to get some kinky pleasure since I was wearing diapers and pissing every hour, on the hour. But I was too out of it mentally to enjoy other people mopping up the bottom half of me. And I was being pumped with water the whole time, scarcely could eat my meals.

I have only been in hospital once in my life up until now, and that was my own choice , and only for one night.

That was when I had my breast enlargement, it was a private hospital, and although somewhat a conveyor belt system, as on that particular day, I think most of the operations, if not all were breast augmentation.

I chose an evening time for my operation, that was a definite overnight stay in hospital.

I am glad I did this, as I would rather be in hospital coming out of the anaesthetic, and having a completely new day afterwards.

I had my own private room in a ward with about 6 others who had undergone the same operation.

The nurses were brilliant and kept giving us painkillers and talking to us about what to expect, and what would happen.

Although we were all still feeling very groggy and in a lot of pain, it was a bit like a conveyor belt system, as we all waited in turn to see our surgeon and nurse before we could be discharged.

I am well glad that I did it this way as the journey home in the car was agony. I had to hold the seat belt, as I could not wear it across my chest, I struggled to get in and out of the car, and every bump and bounce in the road was absolute agony.

With the anaesthetic wearing off I was in a lot of pain and very tearful, I felt completely helpless, as although I desperately wanted a cup of tea, I was incapable of lifting the kettle to fill it with water. I absolutely dread to think what it would have been like if I had chosen to have a morning operation, and possibly might have been released from hospital on the late evening of the same day.

So I did have one stay nearly two years ago. Ironically enough just a few days before, I had a wellness check with my regular doctor, and everything went fine. But I had this little pimple on my back and didn't really think anything of it at the time.

Fast forward to later that week, and the thing had swollen up massively. I couldnt move my shoulder or arm without pain, and it was keeping me from sleeping that night. For some reason I thought I could stand work for a bit (it was christmas week so it was very slow but I had left a few issues on my desk that needed to get squared away). The whole drove in to work, my back hurt. I got there and lasted about 90 minutes before I asked to go home. I went to urgent care instead and asked them to do something about whatever it was on my back. But they couldnt do anything because it wouldnt drain. I had a fever though, and after some deliberation, they decided to send me to the ER. The ER hooked me up to an IV, started giving me antibiotics, and basically saw the same thing. They put an ultrasound over the swollen area and they couldn't find any fluid buildup either. So they sent me upstairs to get the worlds most expensive hotel room. Originally it was supposed to be 36hrs but by the 36th hour (which was also my birthday) they had determined what it was, and I had a MRSA infection my back. I was there until Dec. 26th which meant I had to spent my birthday (the 23rd), and Xmas in the hospital. That certain was a big, big bummer. The other big bummer was the bill afterwards. I had good insurance at the time but healthcare in the US is not the greatest system ever.

I will say, because I didn't feel super duper sick or injured (at times I felt pretty shitty but hardly on my deathbed or anything), I did get to enjoy a lot of aspects of the stay. It satisfied a lot of curiosities that are med-fet related, and also, gave me a whole host of new ones. Plus since I had my phone I got to take pics.

In the hospital in June for hip replacement. Surgery and recovery took longer than was told pre-surgery. In hospital over night. Pain medication did nothing for the pain. Every time I dozed off a nurse would come in for blood pressure, or ask how I was doing. Hooked up to I.V. so had to have help getting out of bed. Glad I was given the choice to go home if I felt comfortable doing so.

I was in the hospital for a second knee replacement (right knee this time) in August. My stay in the hospital was pretty much like the one for the other knee four years ago. Only this time, it was the hiccups from the man in the next bed that kept me up at night. Nurses were attentive; pain meds were delivered on time. I was up an walking about 14 hours after surgery and was actually cleared for discharge four hours after that. Looking forward to no further surgeries (I have no other knees and I am not looking for, or in need of, any other replacement parts).

Looking forward to no further surgeries (I have no other knees and I am not looking for, or in need of, any other replacement parts).

Amen Brother. It is never fun to have surgery.

I had my first hospital stay as an adult this past summer. It lasted about 6 weeks before I finally got to go home. The stay involved two different hospitals and I can emphatically say I did not enjoy the experience in any way. I was there for a chronic condition that had flared up and the usual treatment did not work so it was on to plan B. Because I came in taking a wind down dose of some heavy duty steroids, my blood sugar was high and they kept me on the steroids and a diabetic hospital diet with frequent insulin shots and blood draws to monitor things. Hospital food is bad enough and diabetic hospital diet is even worse! Yes, I got plenty of attention as a very sick patient, but I do not wish to repeat the experience EVER! I do everything I can to stay OUT of the hospital.

@srg_rik, I also had my right knee replaced this past August. I don't like hospitals either because of boredom but my 2 day stay this time was very pleasant. I could order any food off a restaurant style menu and in this hospital, knee surgery patients have their own private room. I even got well acquainted with the young head nurse. She and I still stay in touch and occasionally will have coffee together.

@srg_rik, I also had my right knee replaced this past August. I even got well acquainted with the young head nurse. She and I still stay in touch and occasionally will have coffee together.

Some guys have all the luck.... my nurses were nice and helpful, but not ones I could engage in conversation as they were busy.

I had never been hospitalised before until the end of April last year. It could not exactly be described as fun....as I had to undergo a major operation to remove 40% of my colon (to prevent the potential spread of bowel cancer). So I was quite groggy /ill for a day or two afterwards (even so I was still discharged just 4 days after surgery).

Nevertheless, I experienced some prolonged nudity..,which was partly unexpected.(I have written up these accounts on Zity). The first occurred when a nurse under training removed a cannula not realising that it was arterial!! I was strangely calm myself (doubtless still 'dopey' from anaesthetic, pain-killers etc). But, I had to be cleaned up and all the blood -spattered bedding had to be changed. Because I had so many tubes / lines still attached, they had to cut my gown off me. I was still weak. I had to stand - stark naked (supported by two orderlies) whilst the ward sister snd another nurse washed me down. I was seen naked by a few other medical staff / nurses (eg the ones changing the bed sheets), but I was beyond caring. They could not put a clean gown on me....so, they put gown flat on the bed, laid me down on it, covered me with a second gown and then sheets over that.

After 3 days I desperately wanted a shower and gladly accepted the offer of one. I was still a little shaky on my feet. The shower was at one end of a wet room. A nurse accompanied me and got things ready. To be honest, I wanted to do as much as possible for / by myself, but I was genuinely worried about the possibility of falling over.

After some discussion, the nurse said that it would be perfectly OK for her to stay...but only if I 'consented'. I did. Not for pervy reasons(LOL!!!), but for safety. Naturally that meant that she watched me strip off completely and take a shower (naked of course). I was fairly relaxed about it. I was her patient and I figured that she must have seen lots of naked men of all ages!! I took another shower not long afterwards. About 2/3 of the way through that one, the nurse commented that I seemed a little stronger and would I mind if she went out to attend to other matters? (she had already explained how to summon help if needed), so I said that would be fine.

Because of Pre -Op admin blunders causing acute time pressure and al ack of gowns..,I wound up wearing just underpants (I was happy to do so) for my Pre op tests. As the last one involved swabs from intimate areas, I was briefly naked. The nurse was very professional, but profusely apologetic ' as the NHS nowadays is paranoid about patient modesty. They had to seek clearance from someone senior (as well as my permission) before going ahead. Oh my days!!!

(Yes...since recovering - and returning to normality - I have fantasised about these scenarios!!!!)

After 3 days I desperately wanted a shower and gladly accepted the offer of one. )

Back in 1981, I was operated on and had a lung removed. After about 8 to 10 days I longed for a real bath and was allowed to take one, also under supervision of a nurse. I cared not one bit who saw me or not but I know I looked like something of a wreck at the time, still very weak and wobbly on my feet.

What I most noticed was the look of pity or worry on the nurse's face as she watched me wash and bath. It seemed like she was watching me take my Last Bath or something. She probably didn't think my long term chances were very promising looking.

@agracier ...A lung removed? Yeah.,.pretty serious / major!! Obviously you recovered extremely well. I was occasionally aware of the nurse looking at me, but it was hard to read her thoughts. I am sure that she was just genuinely there for the right reasons (after all...I had asked her to stay!!). Plus, of course, it was patently obvious to both of us that I couldn't have a proper shower without taking all of my clothes off first. The pre - op nurse seemed to be slightly more perturbed / flustered because patients were not usually naked in that particular situation.

@agracier ...A lung removed? Yeah.,.pretty serious ... Plus, of course, it was patently obvious to both of us that I couldn't have a proper shower without taking all of my clothes off first. .

It was serious enough I guess, a tertoma which had been misdiagnosed as tbc and then as a cyst. That's how it can sometimes go. Anyway, not malignant so that was something.

I couldn't take a shower because of the bandages around my upper torso, not allowed to get wet. But it certainly was a very satisfying bath after all that time.

I probably been in the hospital 50 times in the last 20 years and there's been a number of times that the nurses were real good to me

It made me feel safe and I think it's led to institutionalization