The outcome of this surgery varies for different people. In my case, it was kind of rough. My "overnight stay" in the hospital turned into the better part of three days, because I couldn't stop vomiting afterward. My abdomen is swollen and covered in blackening bruises, and I have nine incisions (nine! count 'em!), so my midsection looks and feels like I was repeatedly kicked by a horse. It hurts to move, and I expect it will continue to hurt for some time.
The good news is that I had the best nurses in the world. No kidding. They were uniformly stellar and provided some of the best care I've ever experienced in a hospital setting: kind, thoughtful, willing to listen to my concerns (especially since I have a minor phobia of blood draws and they had to take several), and very gentle.
(On my second day in the hospital I also had what might be the world's worst CNA. She was brusque, rough, awkward, and at least once said to me "You're fat, wear this" as she handed me an item. I'm not sure how she got into medicine, but I hope she finds her way out soon.)
I think the nurses got a kick out of how little medicine it took to put me into a stupor. I don't drink or use recreational drugs, so I'm pretty much a cheap date. They would bring me 5ml of oxycodone in a small dosage cup, I'd take a few tiny sips and hit oblivion with the cup still clutched in my hand.
Well, I am glad to be home. Still in pain, not able to do much, unable to lift more than 5 pounds, and if I drop anything on the floor it's essentially dead to me. But I'm surrounded by the people I love, I can sleep in my own bed, and OUR CLOCKS ACTUALLY WORK. Glory be.