Surgery recovery

It's been 5 days post surgery, and unfortunately, I'm not where I thought we would be. Maybe I was over eager, or just too optimistic. The surgery went well and I'm moving around fairly well. The incisions hurt, but that's to be expected. The biggest problem is I'm nauseaus all the time. I have no appetite and when I force something down, I feel like I've eaten way too much and I'll explode. That's with rice and Gatorade. It's so disheartening. I'm grateful not to be on pain meds beyond regular Tylenol. I just want to be able to eat again. I was on my knees last night begging God for help. It's been so long. Lucy is now 10.5 months and I've missed so much time with her. Im still losing my hair in chunks and I don't know why. I'm going back on meds for depression again, as I just can't handle the constant disappointment. Even the hypoglycemia is back, since I was put back on anti-anxiety meds. There are so many wonderful people in my life and I am truly very blessed. I told Adam today I sound selfish asking to get better with all the good things and people that surround us, but I want my health back. Adams taking me to the surgeon today, as the constant nausea is not good. Thursday we see my primary care and the psychiatrist. Everyone is intrigued by my case and very helpful, but I want a solution...and end to this mess that started in August. I continue to trust in God; I just don't know what he wants from me...