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Ok, I'm going to whine....

Yesterday marked the second time I went in for IV fluids.  Its driving me nuts.  Can't keep solid or thick stuff down in the the pouch.  But I finally got him to prescribe me some anti nausea medication.  It sucks that I went to work for 2 days and then had to miss 2 days.  All I want to do is eat. Eat something that has to be chewed.  Not gum, not candy, not mashed potatoes.  I don't want to see another toliet unless I'm doing a #1 or #2.   But at least I'm back on FMLA until this is over.  I refuse to let the pouch win. 

I don't ask for much.  Honestly, I don't.   Where to begin, the nausea that has been a constant companion since 10/01 turned to full out vomiting on 10/16 and did not stop until 10/19.  It was not a comforting feeling that my mom could hear me in the bathroom and had to run to her bathroom and join me.  I felt so bad for calling the doctor that Saturday night, but when you are being told that its either call or have your dad drive you to the emergency room and cough up the emergency room co pay... Again I want to say I love his office and Sue, you're the woman!  I called back Monday morning and that afternoon I was sitting in the outpatient department with an IV in my arm, wow. I had to an EGD and also have to give Dr Stepke and his office a huge THANK YOU for getting me in on Wednesday.   I love them.  The EGD was negative and the vomiting has stopped but I had to go back to Stage 1 diet(not fun) for 2 days, then stage 2 for 2 days, and then finally stage 3.  I hope that this all stops before 10/29 because I have to go back to work and don't want to explain to my new boss what's going on.   Please little pouch, settle down, pretty please.....

I'll admit it, I'm a procrastinator. I get it from my dad honestly.  So I've decided to call my RNY a journey.  Why, well its the path to a healthy me, so I'm calling it a journey.  And like with any journey there have been some stumbling blocks.  One, I hate my protein shake, changed it, liked the new one for 2 days and hate it, so I went to the unflavored version and am trying the chicken soup flavor(not bad).  My incisions are almost healed, which is good because my 5 year old sister wants to see them.  But I've had a little issue with constant nausea issue and it seems that if I have an empty mouth, it comes on real strong, sometimes to the point where I gag.  Not cool when you are trying to talk to someone on the phone. I was told to buy cinnamon Tic Tacs by Sue Dugan.  Can't find them anywhere.  I looked in CVS, Walgreen's, Walmart, Target, and have people on the look for them.  It sucks.  I was cleared to go to solid foods and that was a total disaster.  My chicken dinner with very soft veggies is now in bottom of the toilet and hello yogurt.  The bad part it was super moist.  Let's see what tomorrow will hold

So I know my birthday offically is in March, but this is the birth of a new me!  I'm sitting at the hospital writing my last blog as the old me! I'm going to celebrate this moment.  Wish me luck!

Ok, now I'm excited.  I've made it to the show and now I have to just make it to the hospital.  So everyone, say prayers for me tomorrow.  So when I leave work, I'll go home do laundry, get the clothes packed, clean my house, empty my refrigerator(or call my boyfriend) and relax.

Well here we go, 6 days and counting....

I'm now getting excited and nervous, and when I do that I cut my hair and visit a box of Nice and Easy.  This time I think I pushed my luck.  I was trying to go a dark brown, but it's really dark and my hair is super short.  I don't think the boyfriend is going to appreciate this.  At least I didn't change my glasses.

So I've been slowly emptying my desk at work because I'm afraid of opening any new cases knowing that my last day forever in that department is Wednesday.  I was so surprised at how much junk and free swag crap annuity carrier's give out to the investment bankers and support people.  So if anyone is looking for ceramic coffee cups from ING, TransAmerica, and AXA, let me know....

One week down, one to go...

I survived the trip to Columbus, OH.  I don't know if I'm ready to move yet.  And if I do, it will be south not east.  I enjoyed the trip and ate everything I was so not supposed to eat.  Do I regret my decision, no. I needed to say good bye to bad habits.  I had my pre-op physical Friday and I swear my Primary care Doctor was more excited than me.  I just can't get excited, I won't be excited until I'm on the gurney being wheeled into the operating room.  That's when I will do the happy dance.

There is better news on the job front, I was offered a new position within the company and at least when I come back I still have a job, but I have soo much to learn.  I only hope that I have patience and the poor person who gets to train me has the same.

So I had my preop class with Mari and Jeanne this afternoon, which went so well. I'm surprised I lost another 13 pounds. All of those were due to the impending demise of my job, but it's still 13 pounds. I should be excited about the surgery, but I'm not.  I'm stressing about either finding a new job within the company or what I'm going to do if I don't.  I'm so scared that I'm not going to be able find work and decent health insurance.  I'm not one for open ends. I'm slowly emptying my desk at work.  Who could've know that 7 years will cause you to accumulate a lot of junk.  I found out I had more bowls in my desk than I do in my cupboard.  Go figure.  One way or another I will get through this, but right now this all blows huge chunks.

So today might be the second worse day of my life.  I found out that my job here in Milwaukee will be eliminated on 09/30/2009.  Which throws a wrench in the surgery.  Well, I talked to Sue Dugan, love you Sue, and my surgery is now 09/17/2009.  So there.  So everyone pray for me.

I'm so happy, this is one of the best weeks of my life.  After almost 10 years, 6 month medical supervision, I finally have a surgery date.  October 5th.  October 5th, it sounds so good to say it.  I'm over the moon.