chaly
Suffering In Silence
Jan 03, 2014
I am so elated over having a gastric bypass a few months ago. I believe it has been the best thing for me. It's working for me. I am losing the weight slowly but surely. I couldn't be more excited. I would not say that I have had many problems. I still occasionally throw up. I have entertained, for a few moments, becoming a vegetarian as I find it so much easier to eat cheese, beans and nuts. Meats are still very much a challenge for me, but I will get there soon. I still choose to try over and over to make meat work for me.
Here's where I come to the point of my title. I am a little embarrassed bringing the subject up on here, but I feel it is something that we will all deal with one time or another. For the past few weeks I have chosen to eat lots of cheese. It goes down well. I have taken my Benefiber regularly. I have worked on getting in my 64 ounces of water, plus some. Well, I am sure you can guess where this is going. Two weeks ago I started becoming constipated. There have been days where all was well, and then there have been days like I have had the past three days, where its all I can do not to fly off the toilet seat screaming. I have never prayed so much in my life while sitting on the porcelain throne. I have poured through my bariatric guide from the surgeon looking for answers. The guides only suggestion was taking Colace every night. Ok, that's easy. For the past three nights I have taken the maximum number of pills, which is 3. For the past three days I still have suffered. I have had pains in my side, which are not new to me, as I suffer from IBS. I am unsuccessful in the bathroom. On top of that the cold bug has been running havoc within our home. Breathing alone has been a challenge, and my nose has decided to run away from home continually.
I have been choosing to suffer in silence. I have chosen to believe the lie that my brain keeps telling me that this will eventually change. It has to, right? Well, tonight I decided I was tired of suffering. I have been running a fever (believed to be cold related), and I just don't feel up to par. I have had some, a little bit of success in the bathroom, but it has not been enough. Well, I chose to call my surgeons nurse, who thank God gave us her cell number to call her after hours. I called her and was told to continue taking my Colace from now on at night, to take Miralax from now on in the mornings, and to take a Dulcolax suppository tonight to get things moving. Well, needless to say, the hubby and I ran to Walmart. The suppository has been used. I think it will take another one tomorrow night. I just wish that I had been pro-active instead of embarrassed. I urge each one of you who reads my blog to not allow it to go on for so long. It's now my belief that this surgery has changed me in many more ways than I ever thought possible. The most recent realization was those taboo subjects I was told not to share are now meant to be shared. Farts are ok to share now as well, although I still try to run for the border before sharing those as well, but if one slips it is not the end of the world.
