- Name: Amy B.
- Username: bluebutterfly110
- Location: Prairie du Chien, WI, USA
- Member Since: 1/6/2005
- BMI: 27.5
- Post Op
- Surgery Type: RNY (11/16/05)
- Surgeon: Brian S. Boe, M.D.
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Surgeon TestimonialBrian S. Boe, M.D.The entire staff at Barix Clinic/Northwestern Suburban Community Hospital in Belvidere, IL was great. Dr. Boe was professional and personable when I talked to him before and after surgery. He made me feel safe and that, to me, was the most important thing. The only negative thing I have to say is that I don't feel like I got a lot of one on one time with him to ask questions, although the nursing staff was there to help with any of those questions I didn't get to ask Dr. Boe. During my two night/three day stay there I came into contact with A LOT of nurses. At first I tried to keep track of all their names but because there were so many wonderful ladies working with me (not to mention I was on a lot of morphine) I was unable to. I didn't see a place to talk about the rest of the hospital staff and I really wanted to stress how great these particular ladies were so here we go. The second night in the hospital I got a fever and was worried that I wouldn't get to go home, or that there was something horribly wrong with me. One of the over-night nurses stayed with me in my room and talked to me to help me relax and feel better when I couldn't find the number to the hotel where my mom was staying. She didn't have to do that, but I was very grateful she did. I highly recomend Barix Clinic, all of the people there were caring and helpful.
Member Interests
- Family & Friends - I am married to a wonderful man & am surrounded by a solid support group at home
- Writing - I blog, write for my college newspaper and give me 5 years and I'll be published
- Scrapbooks - Um...guilty?
- Christianity - God has made WLS possible, and I will succeed by His strength, not mine
- Teachers - Give me 2 more years and I'll be a high school Social Studies Teacher
- Jazz - I was in Vocal Jazz and Jazz Band, I got to perform twice in Carnigie Hall w/ VJ
- Talk Radio Listening - Rush Limbaugh is a genius.
- WLS in your 20's - I was actually 19 when I had my WLS - but I'm 21 now :-)
- Reading - I really enjoy political science type books and series' like Robert Jordan's WoT
Latest Surgery Support Comments
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Amy, sorry this took
so long to thank you
for your support.
I've been doing
great. Had my RNY on
November 14th and
have lost a total of
67 pounds. I feel
wonderful and am
walking about 2
miles (4 miles on
the weekends) every
day. Thank you for
taking the time to
talk to me. I have
been in a stall for
a couple of weeks
now but trust
everything will pick
up again soon. Write
me when you get a
chance. Katie3314
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Amy,
I will coming to see
you today. I hope
everything gets
figured out and I
pary that you have
finally found the
solution. Please
know you are in my
thoughts everyday
and have become a
very special person
in my life. You are
a true inspiration
for allof us in the
WLS world and I look
up to you.
You have incredible
strength and I am
honored to know
you!
Praying for you!
Katy Buck
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The Plan... on May 18, 2008 5:49 pm
It is high time that a plan was laid out for when I'm going to grow up, so I sat down with Kyle and we figured it out.
Until last weekend I was going to spend fall 2008 and spring 2009 taking classes, and then I would student teach in fall 2009, and graduate either at the end of fall 2009, or take an additional semester of classes and graduate at the end of spring 2010 - depending on when I could get a job. A lot of schools only hire in the fall, so if I was just going to sit around unemployed for all of spring 2010 we decided I may as well take some additional classes. That plan would have put me in the real world starting fall 2010. And for Kyle that plan would have meant working for 2 more years at a job he rightfully hates so I could go to school. Well...that all ended last weekend...
It all started because I ended up not going to Rome. See, I had planned on going to Rome and taking classes there for a month this summer, so I hadn't bothered looking for a summer job or arranging to get a vehicle for the summer so I could get to said job. Well, we're not going to Rome and the prospect of sitting around all summer without anything to do depresses me. I like stress. I like deadlines. I like...plans. And I figured that instead of sitting around I could take a couple classes and get ahead in my program a bit.
That is when I discovered that I can take a block of teaching classes over the summer and save myself a semester of school. I hadn't realized that they offered 13 credits of teaching classes over the summer. So I registered for all of them and then called Kyle - I know I should have done it the other way around, but I got a little excited. I talked to Kyle, telling him that me taking these 13 credits over the summer *could* mean I could graduate next spring (as in spring 2009) instead of spring 2010. He was also excited.
But I still had to get everything ironed out with my advisors - my teaching advisor and my social studies advisor, and I was afraid that since it was so late in the semester (as in finals week) that I wouldn't be able to get in to see them in time. So I ran around like a crazy person and with a lot of help and encouragement from my friend Jenny we made it happen. The teaching advisor, who is also the head of the education department, was able to waive a 4 credit class I would have otherwise had to wait around until the spring to take (I never would have thought to ask, but Jenny suggested it and it worked!) and my social studies advisor helped me squish some things around, make some subsitutions and figure out how to make classes I had already taken double and tripple count.
So then I went in to see the Clinical Experience people to talk about student teaching next spring. The plan for student teaching, at least the one Kyle and I have, would put me student teaching in the Chicago area. I would finish this fall semester in Platteville, then we would move to Chicago. Kyle wants to go back to school when I finally decide to graduate and get a real job, and the place he wants to go is in Deerfield - near Chicago. The thought being that I will have better luck getting a job in the district where I student teach - and in an urban area where teachers are in high demand - so we might as well live there. The Clinical Experience people kind of rained on my parade because I am behind the game (technically I should have had this figured out last March, but last March I was still planning on being here a while...) but they don't know who they are dealing with. I am the picture of persistence when I want something - just talk to the represenatives from my insurance company I talked to several times a day while I waited for approval for my bypass. They sped my approval right on through in less than a week, I think in part to get me to stop calling.
They told me it would be near impossible to get placed in the Chicago area for next spring because Illinois schools like to know in March of the year before of a candidate's intention to student teach with them. I am going to need a kick butt Praxis II social studies content test score and I am going to need to cross my fingers that they still have room. They must have room. It is stinking Chicago. And I am signed up to take the Praxis II on June 16 and again on July 26. If I don't get a stellar score on the first one, I will on the second. If I do get a stellar score on the first one then I will get a $80 refund.
And I am going to park my behind in the Clinical Experience office every day if necessary - asking them how I can help them help me. I will get placed in Chicago. I know it. Want to know how? Well, because on the morning I went in to talk to them I was lingering in my car listening to the Christian radio station I like, because I had 15 minutes before the student center opened. So I was listening, mulling all of this over, getting discouraged because there is so much to do and I'm not sure that I'm ready or that Kyle and I are ready to get into all this, and the radio host says something to the effect of "I feel like there is someone in our audience who needs to hear this. Go for it. There is never going to be a better time. There will be obstacles and sometimes you're not going to be sure where the money is going to come from or how it is all going to work out, but that is the awesome thing about our God. He does - He knows, He has a plan. He will provide for you and He will watch over you and work things out for you. So step out in faith and trust in God to provide for you. God can help you do this."
Got it. It will be hard but we can do this with God. So here I am, stepping out in faith.
I start classes tomorrow and go straight until August. There are 3 terms of classes. The first, from 5/19-6/5, I go from 8-12 Monday-Thursday. The second, from 6/9-7/3 I go from 11-1 Monday-Thursday. The third, from 7/7-7/31, I go from 8-12 and then from 1:30-4 Monday-Thursday. That last one will be the hardest I'm afraid because somewhere in there I'm also supposed to get 15 hours of service learning with students with special needs. It will be good experience I'm sure, and rewarding, it is just an extra 15 hours of stuff to cram in to an already short term. Then I'll have the month of August off for summer break. Hooray!
If all goes as planned, this time next year I will be a college graduate, living in Chicago, waiting to begin my first year as a high school social studies teacher . That is scary and very exciting all at the same time. I suppose I have to grow up eventually...right?
So if you want to pray for Kyle and I - pray that God will provide and make our transitions as easy as ;possible - and that He might show us a little bit ahead of time how things are going to work out. That would be swell.
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There was this song...and then it all made sense on May 9, 2008 7:00 pm
Speeding Cars - Imogen Heap
Here's the day you hoped would never come
Don't feed me violence
just run with me through rows of speeding cars.
The papercuts the cheating lovers
The coffee's never strong enough
I know you think it's more than just bad luck
There there baby
it's just text book stuff
it's in the ABC of growing up
Now now darling
oh don't lose your head
cause none of us were angels
and you know I love you yeah
Sleeping pills know sleeping dogs lie
never far enough away
Glistening in the cold sweat of guilt
I've watched you slowly winding down for years
You can't keep on like this...
now's a bad a time as any
There there baby
it's just text book stuff
it's in the ABC of growing up
Now now darling
oh don't kill yourself
cause none of us were angels
and you know I love you yeah
it's ok by me..
it's ok by me..
it's ok by me..it was a long time ago
There there baby
it's just text book stuff
it's in the ABC of growing up
Now now darling
oh don't lose your head
cause none of us were angels
and you know I love you.
It doesn't need to make sense to anybody else. And normally, as I've said before, I am completely anti posting meloncholy lyrics as if I were some tortured soul that all the saddest songs in the universe were written about - because I'm not.
I have a good life and am surrounded by beautiful people.
But there were times, once upon a time, that I just couldn't bleed enough to make the hurt go away. Maybe if someone would have said these things to me...that I wasn't the only one to ever feel like that, or that what happened to me wasn't right, but it also wasn't worth dying for...maybe if I would have realized that sooner I could wear short sleeve shirts without worrying about baring the under part of wrists.
And there are a couple dear people to me that are stuck in that world. Where the bad memories and the hurt feelings replay over and over - almost as if they can't stop.
There comes a point where you have to walk away and let it go because those memories are like poisonous dessert that you gorge yourself on until you are bloated with meloncholy...and like bad chinese food the over-indulgence of self pity leaves you hungry for the same punishment three hours later.
Yes it was horrible. What "they" did was inexcusable and no one has the right to say otherwise. You didn't deserve it - "they" were cruel. However years have changed us all, so continuing to hate "them" just leaves you feeling empty and unfulfilled - even though you are stuffed with pent up rage and resentment. None of us are angels...but there comes a time to let it go, if only for your own sake and the sake of those who love you and do not want to see you use your past to hurt yourself anymore.
There there baby, it's just textbook stuff...the things of a haunted past and stories.
There there darling, it's in the ABC's of growing up...and grow up you have, into a cheerful, compassionate and driven person who has so much more ahead.
Now, now darling, don't lose your head...take it back - don't give it over to the past anymore - your life belongs to you.
Cause none of us were angels, but you know I love you...please know that I do.
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It Is All Worth It on May 5, 2008 1:36 pm
So my Advanced Writing Prof about made me bawl today.
In a lot of ways the 2007-2008 school year has been a bad time to be me, and last Wednesday (April 30, 2008) was the merging of all that was bad about it.
The end of this month will mark the anniversary of the beginning of the complication from hell, which has finally FINALLY been resolved. I will live. It will be okay. All is well. The hole where Prudence was has closed and the skin around it looks so much better than a month ago. But this has been a long time coming and it has left me exhausted and in a rough spot concerning classes because I have had to miss so much for appointments and surgeries and so on.
And my dad is an ass. He just is. I haven't mentioned what he said on my birthday or since then - but to sum things up - he told me he doesn't want to ever see me again and he is very disappointed in me and can't believe I am his spawn. Then last Wednesday he told me to go to hell and that I am a terrible person. Sprinkle some profanities, throw in a heaping spoonful or seven of guilt trip, and stir. It was awesome.
Then Kyle's grandmother, a very special lady, passed away on Wednesday so we had to make tracks for Indiana and I couldn't deal with my dad anymore because I needed (and it was an honor) to be there for Kyle, not spend time talking to the brick wall that is my sperm donor.
I had a good time with Kyle's family. They are wonderful people who love each other (and somehow me) very much. There is more to tell about this, but I just have one small thing to mention now. After the funeral and burrial, Kyle's grandpa Taylor (his wife was the grandma who passed away - and this grandma - M. Norene Taylor (1925-2008) - meant the world to Kyle and Kyle to her) came up to me, handed me Norene's watch that she wore all the time, and said "You make him (Kyle) happy, and that made Norene happy, so I want you to have this." I am a rock when it comes to tears. I cry over very little, and I about lost it. I had watched Carol (Kyle's grandpa) the whole time we were there, go through tremendous grief (in a typical-southernly-gentleman-very-few-tears way) over the passing of his much beloved wife, and mother of his much beloved children, and he honored me so so so so so much with what he said and by giving me the watch worn by the center of his love and life for many years. It was like he was saying that I was worthy of the station I have in Kyle's life - "grandma and grandpa sanctioned" you might say - and there are not words for how special that makes me feel.
Anyway, this is all hodge-podge, nonesense so far, but I promise it all comes together. Before we left for Indiana I dropped by a couple professors' offices to tell them I would be gone until today (May 5) and to drop off some work.
My Advanced Writing Prof was in a class, but I still wanted to touch base with him, so knowing he would be cool about it I dropped by the class to have a mini conference with him in the hallway and to personally hand him my updated paper. He was just as cool as I figured he would be about it, and told me to take care of what I needed to and the worry about the class.
So I get back today. He tells me after class, basically, "I read portions of your paper to my English Professor wife, who I respect, because I like it so much and she is waiting for the book." He told me that I need to keep with it and get published because I am a good writer. These are not small words. He is an accomplished writer who does not hand out compliments easily. I am deeply touched. It means the world to me that someone I respect thinks I am good at what I do.
It was the best of times and the worst of times. It has been the worst year because of some of the people and circumstances in my life and the best year because I have beautiful people around me. These are just two of the most recent examples of why it is awesome to be me and why at the end of the day it is a wonderful life.
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