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Surgeon TestimonialTrace Curry**I made a trip to Cincy to meet my southern friends and also to catch Dr. Curry at a support meeting. I like him! He and his staff are all very knowledgable and personable. Dr. Curry shoots it straight from the hip, he knows what he does and doesn't pretend to know what he don't know, that's why he has a great office staff to accompany him in his practice. I can't wait to have my consult! Will write more after that. rn**ok I'm slow :) 11/15/04 - I had my second consult and consent signing at Dr. C's office. I feel so comfortable with Dr. C and feel extremely confident in him as a surgeon. He is very knowledgeable and loves what he is doing. He truly does care! My surgery date is 11/22/04rn**Dr. Curry's office staff are THE BEST! I have never met an Dr's office staff that make a people feel as welcome as they do. Every question is answered and with a smile. rn**There is NOTHING I do NOT like about Dr. C and his staff! rn**Dr Curry and his staff get a 10+ rating!rn
- Computers & Internet - I am glad I can help here on OH.com
- Fitness & Exercise - never thought I'd say I love it!
- Travel - where when and do I have to go home?
- Motorcycles - give me wind! single gal who loves to ride, LQQKin
- Dancing - Ü great exercise, dance like no one is watching
- Music - let's dance! RnR, Blues, Alternative, etc
- Tattoo - luv my ink, enjoy reading others bodys stories
- Harley Davidson - way of life.. goal to own my own
- Dating - different when thin.. I know he's out there though
- WLS Grads - 11/22/04!
Moma V.'s JourneyClick Here To View
Describe your behavioral and emotional battle with weight control before learning about bariatric surgery.
When things didn't go right, I ate, when I was stressed I ate, when I was unhappy I ate. I was on a constant diet, but when I failed, I ate more. Dieting only slowed down my weight gain to a minimal 10+lbs a year. No matter what I did, my weight kept climbing up.
finally an update on January 24, 2005 12:00 am
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January 24, 2005
Long time no recent update post, sorry.
Healing was slow and hard for the 1st couple months, I am now 2 months, 2 days post-op and feeling much better. For the last 2 weeks now I have abandoned my wheelchair again.. bout time! I'm not doing real physical exercise, but I have been walking the large grocery store, every aisle now, which is a good thing for me. It's been 4 years since I walked a large store! Now this is at MY pace, not at any breakneck speed, but I am MOVING!
Food, always an interesting topic now. What I stomach today, might not go down tommorrow. I am able to tolerate more sugar than I should, I found this out by drinking juice. Although I use a ton of ice in it, it still is pretty full flavored. Also anything with Splenda in it, just is TOO sweet tasting for me, I just can't handle it.
I don't have any official weigh-in for my 2 months post-op date, I don't have a scale for one and I won't see my PCP until Feb 2, at that time I'll be about 10 weeks out and will post my new weight. I will add a photo here later on @ my 2 month mark.
I do not have any clothes that fit any longer, everything is baggy, well it has been I've just been running around in baggy. A 2x button down shirt has plenty of room to spare now so I'm guessing I'm in a 1x now. I don't have any money at this time to replenish my wardrobe. When I start my new job, I will have to find some though, my pants at the very least have to stay up! lol
#1- nite b4 surgery 318ish #2- 2months post-op I still look like a football player :( The photo makes me sad, I thought I'd see more of a difference, especially since my clothes fit so differently. I was in a super good mood because last night I fit in a pair of pj's that are size 18-20, cotton 2 peice ones, I thought I wouldn't be in these for months yet. But the truth is in the pic's... probably won't update until I see my PCP on Feb 4 now.
Surgery and the days following on January 17, 2005 12:00 am
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January 17, 2005
Wow it has been a long time since I have updated my profile, much has happened since surgery on Nov 22, 2004. So I'll go back in time now and post on my journey.
~Nov 22, 2004~ Surgery Day -Monday-
I think this was the longest day coming in the world, I worked so hard and for so long to have my RNY surgery. I got to the hospital on Sunday night so that my son and I wouldn't be on the road at 4 am and I'd get a decents night sleep before surgery as I know you certainly don't get a lot of rest in the hospital.
My surgery is scheduled for 9:00 am, I'm to be downstairs at 7:30 am. Ok can do, I'm only an elevator ride away at this point. But still the wait continues, as Dr. C's first surgery of the day is a revision and took much longer than he had anticipated. By this time my family was driving me nuts and I was getting emotional, so I sent them away and within 2 minutes (around 11 am)they came to wheel me into surgery. I kissed my family again at the waiting room and remember NOTHING after that. I don't even remember seeing the operating room. I wasn't given any drugs before entering either, so my mind just blacked out at this point.
I woke up at only God knows what time and my oldest son Daniel was by my side and that's when he told me, "Mom your weight loss surgery was a success, But there was a complication at the end, the staplegun misfired and nicked your spleen and Dr. C tried for a long time to stop the bleeding through the LAP incisions, but with no luck and he had to cut you open and remove your spleen also". Because of the length of the surgery, my mother, youngest son and brother wasn't there when I woke up, they had to get back to Toledo and had left. It really didn't sink in until the next day what had really happened to me.
~Nov 23, 2004~ Tuesday
Yesterday is finally a little clearer to me and what my son told me. It really didn't sink in until my nurse removed my catheder and I had to get out of bed on own to go to the bathroom. OUCH! Now all my mind could think is how dam big is this additional incision and what does it all really mean? Can I get some water? I know my mouth was dry, dry, dry. The nurse had to check with Dr. C and see if I was allowed anything. I finally was brought some ice chips. Dr. C came up later and explained a little more to me what happened.
~Nov 24, 2004~ Wednesday
Still in the hospital, feeling like crap, wanting something, ANYTHING to drink.
~Nov 25, 2004~ Thanksgiving
Nothing much more happening today, I am allowed to have broth now, just wish they'd mix it up, not much fun drinking powder.
Thursday night, sometime during the night I felt like an alien was coming out of me, from my old stomach up, clear into my mouth and erupting on my face as a fever blister. I had to take my teeth out even as it felt like cellophane as I said from my old stomach on up. It was a horrible feeling for sure, I get fever blisters from stress and when I'm really sick, but this was harder than normal for sure.
~Nov 26, 2004~ Friday
I started begging Dr. C to let me GO HOME! I was tired of being in the hospital bed and wanted the comfort of my home and the quietness, because I sure was not getting any rest in the hospital and the bed was killing my back. He said I could go upstairs to the hotel room and if I had a good night, I could go home on Saturday.
~Nov 27, 2004~ Saturday
Dr. C come found me in the hotel room and released me to go home, I'm now in a better mood. I think the ride home was the longest 200 miles of my life.
Home - o sweet home - I felt weird when I got home, like I didn't belong in my own home. I just wanted to go to sleep and rest soundly for all night.
~Nov 28, 2004~ Sunday
I awoke feeling weirder than I had when getting home. It didn't take long before I was telling my son, Daniel, call 911. I had the ambulance take me to the only hospital here in Toledo that had a bariatric surgeon on staff. Of course because it was Sunday, I never seen him. I don't know if he would have come seen me anyways as I am not his patient. But I thought perhaps the hospital would know more of what I was feeling. My fever had spiked, the fever blister on my face was spreading and all I could think was I wanted this nightmare to end now. I spent about 19 hours in the ER, ran through a battery of tests before it was decided I was to be ambulanced back to Cincinnati where my surgeon was located. I refused to ride 4 hours in a gurney and had my son go get my van, so at least it would be half comfortable going back down.
Will write more later on, my butt hurts!
~November 29, 2004~ Monday
Back in Deaconess Hospital in Cincinnati, I've had a long, long weekend and when I got in my room I asked, please just let me rest now. The hospital staff obliged my wish. My son Daniel and I rested undisturbed for about 3 hours and then at that time, my son headed on back to Toledo again. God bless this child of mine, at 18 years of age he has exceeded what most 18 yr olds would do for a parent, he's been with me non-stop for the last 8 days and has not complained once and has shown a maturity that has far surpassed his young age. I love you Daniel! After he left, I continued to rest on Monday, barely being disturbed, this is a good thing as my body was showing it's wear and tear of the past week. I was allowed to start on pureed foods at this point. But, OMG, if the hospital cannot tell you what kind of meat puree it is, who wants it? YUCK!
~November 30, 2004~ Tuesday
Alone in Cincinnati, no family, no friends, no phone numbers... heck nobody knew I was back in the hospital except for family members 200 miles away.
I was taken down to have a PICC line put in as my veins were shutting down and I needed to be on an IV. I think this was also the first day I seen Dr. Curry again and he told me a Dr from Infectious Disease would be coming to see me. That Dr. finally came in early that evening and asked me 2000 questions about my health, previous to surgery. He then order a barrage of antibiotics that I would be on constantly over the next day or so. My room also went under quarantine, anyone coming in was at their own risk and hospital staff was order to wear masks, gowns and gloves. I was so uncomfortable in my own skin, my stomach hurt, my face hurt from the infection that was rapidly spreading and OMG my back and sciatic nerves were totally inflamed from being in that dang hospital bed for so long.
~December 1, 2004~ Wednesday
Let the antibiotics begin... they are so piggybacked that I am barely allowed out of bed to go to the bathroom. Forget washing my body or hair, there was no time between doses for that. Now I'm miserable and filthy too. I told a nurse to bring me a pair of scissors so I could cut my hair off, she said I couldn't do that and I said, oh yes I can it's MY hair and YOU won't let me wash it. Anyways, I never got the scissors. The alarm on the IV pump constantly goes off, I ring for my nurse, but it takes forever for them to get to me. I'd get so perturbed by the alarm, I'd shut down the pump and rest. This constantly happened for over 24 hours, it was on my last nerves. When I'd shut down the pump, then the medicine dosages would get off schedule and leave less time for anything else.
~December 2, 2004~ Thursday
The antibiotics continue to flow, another Dr from Infectious Disease came down last night and was trying to get what I need in pill form, to go home with. Last night my PICC line also started to shut down, my poor old veins are tired from IV's for over 10 days now. The nurses have to force the flushes of the IV.
Good news, I'm going to be released again! The hospital on call Dr came and removed my PICC iine and I was changed over to oral meds. I called my son about 1 pm and said, COME GET ME! I'm so relieved that I am alive, feel so-so and am now truly ready to go home.
Also note that since I am writing this from memory, the past week of events might be off a day, as it is all a blur now.