gottaspin77
The Good, Bad, and Ugly
Jan 30, 2009
I think I'm six months post op, although to be honest, I've lost count. I'm somewhere between 5 and 6 months. I don't know. I'm all jacked outta shape. Let's see, I've lost 93 lbs. Ugh. Let me back track to a bunch of stuff I haven't blogged about.I went on a nasty birth control pill (Lo-Ovral) for constant, horrible bleeding and it caused me to gain weight and go pretty psycho. I'm still feeling the effects. I'm so stuck in my head that I can't see a way out. It's madness in its purest form. That pill pissed me off in more ways than one. Weight gain?! You have to be out of your melon to think that I'm going to take a pill to make me gain weight! I lost like 8 lbs in the month that I took that devil pill, and that included the 3lbs I gained. So, I'm off that pill and trying a drug combo of Glucophage and Yaz. I have to admit that combo is my idea. I'm trying to think outside the box.
And I stopped taking my iron pill. I'm wondering what Dr. Lalor will say to that. He probably won't be too thrilled considering my bleeding issues. Hey, my labs came back all right. I stopped taking my iron pill because I have to be able to poop. There are just certain things you have to do. Pooping is one of them. Between the heavy bleeding and constipation, I snapped. Something had to give.
I have orthostatic hypotension. This is a bitch. This means that if I stand up too fast, I sort of fall to the ground. All right, let's just say it... I sort of pass out. Now, I don't know if the surgery caused this or if it was the severe bleeding. This also means that exercising is touch and go. I can ride my recumbent bike for 10 minutes, but if I push for 15 minutes, then I'll "pass out" throughout the day. I really hate calling it passing out. I mean, everything goes white and I fall to the floor, but I'm coherent. I don't think it's passing out in the traditional sense.
Now, the good stuff, which out weighs the bad quite largely. I'm smaller than my husband for the first time in history. My bones are very, very pronounced. Sometimes I lay in bed and run my hands over my rib cage and hip bones, and feel the way my belly sinks inward instead of protrudes. It's so surreal. Although I did discover upon comparison to my family that I have HUGE bones. My hip bones are massive. My shoulder and clavicle bones are much bigger than most of the other women in my family, with the exception of my mom and one of my nieces. We are German, what can I say? I think back to all of the times I had accidents that should have broken my bones but never did. I guess I know why now. And I bought a pair of jeans the other day. They were a size I haven't worn since the 8th grade. I bawled, of course, when I tried them on in the dressing room. Ninety-three pounds. I hope and pray I lose more and am so grateful for what I've all ready lost. I don't know how I can possibly thank Dr. Lalor for giving me my life back.
Food wise, things are going much better. I have a routine and am strictly compliant. I eat only fresh organic foods. I'm on a fruit, veggie and nut kick right now. I went for one month without vomiting, but the other day I made a spinach, mushroom, cheese and egg quiche and I don't really know what happened but I puked so hard that I swear I cracked a rib. Ugh! It was horrendous. So, I'm off spinach, mushrooms, cheese AND eggs for a while. Damn quiche!
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32.3
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Surgery
08/27/2008
Surgery Date
Surgeon
Jan 31, 2008
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