I woke up in the hospital Thursday morning.  I received help going to the bathroom and my vitals were checked all night long.  The surgeon and his PA came into check on me and asked me what I had been doing.  I gave them a list of everything we had done.  They were blown away by how much walking I had done.  They realized that I popped a stitch in my muscle wall, which lead to a tear in my stomach muscle.  That would explain why if felt like someone was stabbing me!  The walking goals that they give out are just that, goals.  I thought I had to get there, they said NO one walks a mile the first week and NO one should.

Walking was kept to a minimum on Thursday.  I walked to the bathroom and only half way around the floor a couple of times.  One of the times I couldn’t even make it down the hall without being in tears from pain.

I spent the entire day in the hospital and since my pain level was still so high, they had me stay a second night.  They kept me very well hydrated via IV fluids, but I continued to sip my water and eat a little of the protein jello and protein broth when it was brought to me.

Lesson learned.  Trust me, you NEVER want to tear a muscle in your stomach.  You immediately realize that everything in your body goes through your stomach!