Ki Hyun Oh M.D. The one thing I would say about Dr. Oh is that he's not there to be your friend. However, he's done about twenty billion of these surgeries and you couldn't really ask for a more skilled surgeon. My personal opinion is that if you require friendly banter or amiable interaction and great bedside manner, look elsewhere. If you're looking for a smart doctor with a low rate of complications, Dr. Oh might be a good surgeon for you.
Calming down So I haven't been blogging much, either here or in my personal blog, in the past couple weeks. I think it's mostly because I don't have many nice things to say. I managed to keep most of the nastiness confined to one friends-only post about a week back. If you haven't (or can't) read the aforementioned post, rest assured that you probably don't want to. I know for a fact I managed to offend one person. Nothing has really changed since then except for my emotional state. I'm calmer now. Still not exactly happy, still struggling with self-doubt and self-loathing, and still wanting to eat more than half a freaking scrambled egg, but not so hyper.
I don't know if I've lost anything. The last time I weighed, I managed to break my second scale, which told me before it died that I had gained a pound since surgery. I nearly threw the lying bastard at a wall, but instead I cried. And since then, I have no idea. I wish I did. Either it would tell me how badly I'm screwing this up (hopefully not) or it would give me some assurance that this is actually working for me. Not knowing either way kinda sucks.
Protein always makes me vomit. I've tried two dozen kinds and I'm always immediately in the bathroom with the porcelein goddess. I can't do it and I know that's bad but I don't know what else to try. I guess the next step is to try an idea I've had for a while and freezing the protein into ice cubes and swallowing whole ice chips. Might hurt but I've got to get the protein in somehow, right?