Deborah B.

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Heee Haw-I'm on my way to sweet-spot nirvana. After fretting and sweating about "is he, or isn't he," he gave me a fill of 3cc. The roughest part was trying to hold your legs up and together while he was trying to find the port. Bless Gwen for giving my legs support. It's not Pilates, for sure. It was amazing that I could feel it going in and BOY what a difference when I swallowed-it hurt and is tight. So far, so good with the liquids. Some nausea, but not bad. I'm so happy!

I can't be more grateful than to have this semester done! Finished! I've almost have forgotten about Christmas. It has been a rough term WLS, then kidney stones. I'm surprised I survived. Had my presentation today-I'm such a talker. I went over the minute limit. Go figure.
Tomorrow is shopping day in Chicago with the daughter. Can't wait! Christkindlmarkt here we come!

Tomorrow I have to go to the funeral home and say good-bye to a dear friend and spin buddy, Don. Don died Sunday from heart problems at home. He hadn't been on a bike for over a year 'caus the docs said no. 
Don always loved to ride. He wanted to ride north and south Michigan and then east to west Michigan. He did. He loved the Michigander ride. I thought it was crazy. Don always had such a quiet prescence. Such a lovely man, good husband, grandfather, and friend.
I will miss him. Hope he's riding in heaven.....

I was really looking forward to Thanksgiving this year. It was my day of progression up the food chain. I graduated from "mushies" to soft foods. Turkey here I come!!!!
It was a good day, football, boys over, and the traditional dinner. Sister and husband too. Family stuff is nice, nice, nice.
But, they told me that dinners never last more than 15-20 minutes. How true. I had my miniscule portions, spread them over my plate, and chew-chew-chew. I noticed how much everyone really eats WOW. Did I do that? Of course I once did. Once they finished, they jumped up and started clearing the table. I had 15 minutes to go..Hold on to that plate.
Today my girlfirend and I went to breakfast and did a split of an omelet. I couldn't believe the size of just a half!! WOW Did I do that? Of course I ate all that and more (cinnamon roll-please) 
Have I changed???

I wish it was as simple as this! The last 5 days have been the worst. Of course, today is much better. Saturday after water aerobics, I started to get right sided low back pain that went to my groin area. Nothing I did made it feel any better. I had to get the dog to the vet, so I took Tylenol which helped. Saturday night was really bad. I couldn't get comfortable AT ALL. I tossed and turned and finally wound up on the couch, but didn't get any sleep at all. I broke out the Lortab.
Sunday, thank goodness Dr. Verseman was on call and he said Lap band sounds OK, but maybe a kidney stone. He said get my self to ER. I waited till Andrew was half-awake and he took me there. I called Jack at work prior to leaving and he met me there. The ER doc said it sounds like calssic kidney stone to him. The CT scan confirmed it. He said it was 7mm which is huge for a 2mm ureter. No way was I going to pass it on my own. So, see the urologist on Monday as the pain was much better.
Monday Jack stayed home because he didn't want me driving on Vicodin. He took me to Dr. Isacksen who would take out the stone later in the week.
BUT not even an hour after I got home, I got the absolute worst pain ever. I wound up screaming, it was so bad. It felt like cut glass in my groin. Jack didn't know what to do. Back to ER.....
Damn they have good drugs there.
Tuesday, I wound up having laser extraction of the stone and they put in a stent in the ureter... Instant relief, but still kind of sore...
Now I know I could have this again. Dr. I said I have another on the left...
Not related to WLS......
God is good!

I am whipped! I got slammed when I came back to work. I could have been off longer. But, either I die now or die later.  People are now noticing my weight. I've passed the twenty pound mark. I dropped 1 3/4 pounds in less than a week. Saw the dietician today. It's on to MUSHIES!!!!
Did a short spin class after almost 18 months of no spin. I stopped at thirty minutes. Domi taught the class-good to see an old friend, again. Will become her regular......

How can it be any better? I'm 3 weeks with liquids, down 18.5 pounds and five holes in my belly (some are pretty black and blue). I think I'm starting to feel hunger again . Hope this doesn't lead to "bandster hell."  I had a migraine the other night and though OMG-the Imitrex I have only comes in rock hard, dime sized capsule. It was after five o'clock. Don't want those puppies to get stuck. So-what do I do-I suffer it out.  Dr. V. was kind and gave me a script for nasal spray. 
The belly ache is getting less. If I eat too fast, I get nauseated. But, I can see I've lost around my face and my boobs (usual spots).
Gwen, the funny RMA, asked if I was back to work. I said-no way-too tired..
Will get back to the swing of things on Monday. Friday class in Ann Arbor will be a test......
No pool for another week. So the dogs will have to walk with me....

These past few days sure have flown. The surgery went really well except for almost two hours (will have to ask Dr. V about that this Wednesday). The staff at the hospital was absolutely wonderful from start to finish. Anyway I have my five holes to show for it. That really grosses Jack out, so I only look at them when I take a shower. The binder is so comfortable and gives great support.
Here I thought I'd go back to work tomorrow-HA! I guess I underestimate my surgery tolerance or maybe it's just getting older. I'm getting stronger. Yesterday it was an event to take a shower. Today I took the dogs for a walk with Deb (it is such a gorgeous fall day). But, it did call for a nap later. 
I restarted protein liquids today and really have to make an effort to drink them. They can make me nauseated.
If only the "wet farts" would stop.
Oscar will be really spoiled with me home........
The sacrifices you have to make.....
Deb

WOW, it's the night before surgery. Tomorrow I face a new me. I just want to get a good nights sleep...
I did the "prep" tonight. After so many days on liquids, I didn't think I had so much in me. I feel pooped out-literally.
I look forward to less aches in my feet and hips.
I look forward to not being scared of waking up as a diabetic.
I look forward to not having heartburn 
I look forward to not hearing the wheeze and cough after exercise.
I look forward to being able to peddle my bike up a hill faster than I walk.
I look forward to not holding my breath when I sit dow at a booth.
I look forward to being able to buy  clothes in any store, not in the back of the store or a specialty store.
I look forward to getting into an airline seat and not having to try to squeeze my thighs together in order for the next person to fit in.
I look forward to walking past the mirror in the swim locker room and not think "boy I look pregnant"
I look forward to spin class
I look forward to getting on my bike and not looking like I should have a "wide-load" sticker
I look forward to feeling sexy again.
I look forward to crossing my legs
I look forward to being able to clip my toenails with ease.
I look forward to seeing pictures of me and not see a triple chin and enjoy having my picture taken....

I wonder if Dr. Verseman thinks that his patient's look forward to these things to?
I hope he gets a good night sleep, too......

I'm less than 48 hours before my surgery. I feel more calm today than I have in the past few. Maybe it's al the prayer that is coming my way...
People ask, how can you stand having food around. I guess I've dissassociated myself from it. The Halloween pumpkins are filled with candy at work. I look in it and walk away...
The liquid diet is not too bad anymore. Impact seems thicker so I feel more full...
Jack is more worried than I am. But, he always worries and if he didn't I would be worried.
I sure hope I have a nice liver.
The Starbucks barista asked if I was doing decaf again