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Yesterday was the first time I really had problems with eating.  My daughter's recital was yesterday with two shows.  I had a heck of a time getting time to eat.  After the first show we went to a local diner.  Of course 2 oz is a tiny bit of food so my husband got open face hot turkey sandwich.  I took 2 oz of turkey with a tiny bit of gravy.  It was like heaven.  I've never been so happy to eat.  I'm still doing well.  I haven't hopped on the scale (to my family's relief) but I'll sure be there Friday for my 3-week surgiversary weigh-in.

School ends Thursday!  I can't wait!!!!!

I debated writing about this but since it *can* happen, I may as well write it.

I woke up yesterday morning, got undressed to get a shower.  Took off the gauze and noticed my bottom staple was draining pretty bad.  Grabbed some potty paper and kept dabbing.  Nope.  It wouldn't stop.  Found a maxi pad (couldn't believe I had one still!) put it over the staple line, taped it up and yelled for the hubby.  Called my mom who came and got our daughter.  We were on the road for an hour to go back to the hospital.

We check in and register.  I wait in a waiting room that I swear, each patient there had at least 9 people with them.  There was a kid who was probably 5-6 being antagonized by his late teen-early twenty dad.  And, get this, the kid had a damn pacifier.  So this kid is whining and crying and dad's being an ass.  They finally call me back to registration.  I tell the nurse the problem and she said "an rny bypass what?  what is that?????".  Now since I know of four surgeons at LEAST who do that procedure there, you'd think the ER would at least know what it is.  She takes my vitals and sends me back to the waiting room.  About 20 minutes later I'm taken back to the room.  Room?  Cubbies with curtains and lots of kids running around whipping those curtains.  I'm PISSED by now.

A few minutes later Dr. C aka Doogie Howser, walks in.  He asks the problem, I tell him and we take my maxi-padded creation off.  He sees the problem.  Asked about my surgery, had never heard of it but was curious.  So, he grabs some medical glue and puts it up and down the staple line.  I lay there to let it dry.  Next bumblehead who comes in is a nurse who *swears* she has 35 years of nursing under her belt.  So, she puts some gauze back on and goes to tape it.  She works "old school" so she wants me to lay down.  I stand up and I could have put my fist in the gaps.  She tried three times to "figure out" the binding.  Dipshit kept laying the velcro side down and couldn't figure out how in the world you close it.  I grabbed it from her, put it on and said "get me the hell out of here!"  They bring me my paperwork in Spanish.  That's when I FLIPPED!!!!  It wasn't very nice but I said "I want my goddamn paperwork in ENGLISH.  I live in AMERICA!!!!!"  I got my paperwork, came home and laid down.  I can't believe the incompetency there.

All seems okay this morning but I don't care what happens.  I WILL NOT go back to that hospital ever again.

I just returned from my post-op follow-up visit.  I'm so happy that pesky drain is GONE!  My daughter and I had named it Floyd for some reason. lol  I did cut this dopey binder down so now it's back to wearing bras again.  But, at least it's not cutting into me anymore. :)

I have 17 staples!  I get them out next week.  I got promoted to big girl Stage 2 foods.  I mean, how many great things can really happen in one day? ;)  Banana creme pudding here I come!!!!!  As much as I love Jello, it's time to move up in the world.

Did you ever notice that every other commercial on TV is food related?  No matter what channel I watch, there are food commercials!  I had to take my daughter to Arby's last night to eat before her session at Sylvan.  I love my daughter so much.  She's my bestest pal in the world but I could see she was really, really uncomfortable with me sitting there.  So, I asked her what gives.  She felt bad eating in front of me.  She even hid her little mozzarella sticks when she ate them.  I kept asking what she was looking at under the table.  She would rip her food in half, duck down, and then shove food in her mouth.  I felt terrible!!!!!

So, last night when we got back she took her shower.  She sat on my lap and we searched online for recipes okay for bariatric patients.  We found some FABULOUS ones!  My picky little eater was THRILLED when she looked at some and found foods SHE wanted to try!!!!  So, in the end, I think I've saved her from my fate.  She's beginning to get conscious of food portions AND she wants to try recipes that are okay for me!!!!  I think we're going to have a LOT of fun when I get on foods again!

I've never been so happy to see my house. :)  I got home yesterday afternoon.  I went to bed right after my daughter and didn't wake up until 7 am. It was so great to finally sleep.

Had some problems in the hospital.  Thank you for visiting Friday night Lisa!!!  Mark was so teary that day.  Then Nichole came bearing gifts on Saturday.  These two women are so important to me.  Nichole's surgery is June 6th.  I'm cheering you on!!!!

Friday went well.  Had surgery, woke up and slept a bit.  Saturday Mark was at the hospital and I started gagging.  All of a sudden my NG tube was out!  The nurse's aide flipped out accused me of pulling it out.  Surgeon was called and wasn't happy but shit happens.  He decided not to put the tube back in.  Lucky me!

I'm moving pretty slowly today but I know every day will get better.  I'm already Post-Op!  Yippee!

Well, after an evening of shit here between the husband and the daughter I'm ready for some peace and quiet.  Why are people so selfish that they can't give you a break before a major surgery?  I just don't get it.

I sit here with about 90 minutes until I leave for the hospital.  I'm not nervous at all.  I think I'm more relieved that the day is finally here. lol  I start my journey at 253.8 lbs.  Boy, I can't wait until the numbers go down.  I started this at 265.3 lbs so at least they're going down a bit. 

I'm wishing you all a happy, healthy and safe holiday weekend!!!  Talk to you all when I get back!

My surgery time is 10:30 a.m. tomorrow.  I have to be at the hospital at 8:30 a.m. tomorrow so we have to leave the house at 7:30 a.m.  Ick!  I'm so lucky that my parents live close.  Mom *insists* on going to the hospital with us so my Dad gets to bond with the Princess.  Boy do I feel sorry for him!  Her teacher knows about the surgery so Mark will email her from his phone as soon as he talks with the surgeon.

I'm pretty much packed.  I know I'm taking too much but isn't it better to have too much than forget something?  I have extra batteries for my digital camera.  I'll have to BEG my husband to take pics because he doesn't naturally think about that.  He's a BlackBerry addict.  Need I say more? LOL!

I took Brittany to have a manicure and get her nails done.  I got my brows done and the girl did a crap job.  Yup, par for the course.  Oh well.

So, this is probably my last post from Pre-Op land.  The next time I could here I'll finally be the LOSER I've always wanted to be.  For the first time in my life I won't mind someone calling me a LOSER.

Talk to you all when I get back.  I love you all!!!!!

* C *

Well, I just got back from New York City and dropping my kid at Girl Scouts.  I have laundry in the washer, stuff in the dryer and I'm sitting here writing my packing list.  I haven't been this excited about going to a hospital since I gave birth to my darling miracle 10 years ago. :)

I'm sure I'm driving my family just a little nuts.  But, I got an iPod Shuffle at the conference I attended today and I gave it to my daughter.  I'm sure that more than satisfied her. lol

No matter how much I read "Weight Loss Surgery for Dummies" or the huge binder of info from my surgeon, what inspires me, moves me and motivates me most is my family here at OH.  Yup, I consider you all family.  You're the best cheerleaders, the best shoulders to cry on, the most informative and, well, just the BEST, people I've ever met.  That "strangers" would post congratulations messages for people they've never met fills me with such gratitude.  I love you all and can't wait to have surgery, get my butt on that Losers' Bench and hope that I too can someday motivate, inspire, cheer on, and give great information to someone just beginning this journey.

My love to you all!  I'm off to pack for the beginning of the new ME!!!

Tonight is my daughter's Girl Scout Troop's Mother/Daughter tea.  So, as usual, I volunteered to make ham & cheese finger sandwiches.  No biggie.  I'm coming back from the grocery store and notice the surgeon's number on my caller ID.  I call back and instead of my Thursday appointment they'd like to see me today at 1:30.  It takes about 45-60 minutes to get down there so I said sure and got my things done so I could race down there.  I got there about 1:05 and they had already signed me in. hahahaha  Saw Dr. Iqbal, got results and all the tests look great.  I was back in my Explorer at 1:27.  I hauled backside back home just in time to get my kid from school.  How I made all those finger sandwiches in 5 minutes I'll never know.  And, NO, I didn't make an extra for me. ;)

So, unless they call me again.....Friday, May 25th is my day.  I'm keeping everything crossed that I don't see their number on my caller ID by that date. ;)

Well, I talked to the scheduling secretary today and my new date is Friday, May 25.  I know two days' change doesn't sound like much but for me it's a nightmare.  I had everything worked out perfectly.  I should have known better.  It works out a "little" better since it'll be a weekend.  My dad can just pick her up Friday after school and she can stay there.  The really bad thing?  If all goes well I'll be coming home from the hospital on my birthday.  It wasn't bad enough that they screwed up my Mother's Day but why not keep me in the hospital on my birthday.  I'm so not a happy camper.

I did the Cardio-Pulmonary stuff today.  I did so badly on the pulmonary stuff.  I have my Incentive Spirometer.  I suck with it. lol  But, hopefully I'll do much better by the time I *really* have to use it. :)

Hope you all have a great week.

* C *

So, my baby girl spent last night with my folks so I could get things done since surgery was supposed to be May 23rd.  Around 10 a message was left from my surgeon's office that I had to call the office tomorrow at 1.  My surgery has to be rescheduled.  I called back at 10:15 (today is Sunday and Mother's Day!!!!!) and, of course, no one would answer the phone.

So, I've been so damn upset all day.  It's bad enough to reschedule a surgery but it's pretty freaking LOW to call on a Sunday and that Sunday be Mother's Day.  I'm supposed to do all the Cardio-Pulmonary stuff tomorrow.  Think I give two shits about it?  Not even close.

Hope all the Moms here had a wonderful Mother's Day.  I sure as hell didn't.