You think you know. (6 days post op)

You think you know but you don't know.  I thought I researched the hell out this surgery. I joined 15 Facebook groups to get as many questions that I had answered and even read answers to questions I had never thought of.  I've went to psych to figure out the mental part of the journey and support groups to build up the support system I need. I'd never had surgery so I didn't know what to expect with it. I was scared to death and I remember that being my only emotion. I couldn't see past the anesthesia.  I remember trying to talk when they put the mask up to my face and I couldn't. I wanted to tell them I wasn't ready. I just thought "holy hell what if I this is my last thought???!!!". Of course it wasn't and when I woke up on and off last Friday I thought " holy hell what did I do???!!!"  I'm on day 6 post op and overall I think I'm doing okay.  I expected to be able to drink something by now. Even water.  When I wake up in the morning I feel good despite the tenderness in my belly. As soon as I try and take a sip of a protein shake or just plain water my stomach cramps and fills with gas.  It's not the good kind of gas that you can relieve with a massive fart or burp. No, this kind of gas hurts like a mother.  This gas is why I'm on my 3rd box of Gas X!  I already don't feel hungry.  Not. Hungry. At. All.  Mix lack of appetite with cramping with water and you start to feel like shit. My current urine color is orange.  Like nasty burnt orange...rust of a car orange. It's not healthy looking.  I am trying to get what fluids I can in as much as possible.  I DONT want to be taking another trip to the hospital. Hells No We Won't Go!  All of that on top of having no idea when I will be taking a poo.  To say I'm a little anxious is the understatement of the century.  I ended up with a ton of questions I didn't think I would have like if I drink the 2 tablespoons of liquid I'm allowed when do I know its time to drink more? Does it need to go full circle?  I don't want to over fill the pouch and then vomit because that sounds way miserable.  Everyone has said that walking helps with the gas but when I walk it makes my gas worse.  Why do I need to be different in this instance??  I'm at that point of WTF did I do¿?¿?¿?  I'm happy to see the scale continue to go down. It is however so hard to see my family eat and talk about how good food is. I wouldn't expect them to spend the rest of their lives not peeping a word about a delicious roast.  It still doesn't make it any easier.  Its hard thinking i will need to go back to work soon.  Its hard to get excited about the future when the present sucks so bad right now! Just an off day.