Nothing Fits Anymore

Aug 10, 2008

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I hesitate to write this blog because I'm not sure how to convey everything I'm feeling tonight, and I'm so sure that this is only the beginning of me trying to figure this out, but I can't sleep and writing is one of the only ways I know to help me get my head on straight. So after much deliberation, I'm warning you that this blog could be very long and may not be very comprehendible. Before I launch into all this, let me give you a story that's not about me.

I recall the first time I saw my Aunt 'Neicy after her gastric bypass surgery. She had lost so much weight that I didn't recognize her, but after my cousin pointed her out, I watched in amazement at how she moved. Here she was, as skinny as anyone else in the room, but the way she clapped her hands and swayed in church - it looked out of place. I was distraught by why she looked strange; not just because she had lost so much weight, but because her actions didn't quite fit. Then I realized she was clapping her hands like a fat woman. In huge long strides, I watched her elbows come back half way around her body and then spring forward until the palms of her hands touched; and then I noticed that the swaying was because she was shifting her weight from one foot to the other - but none of that was no longer necessary for her! The stomach that once existed, requiring her to open her hands to such an expanse to clap - it no longer hindered her. There was no excessive weight tiring her feet and no need for her to switch her weight so much, but she still did these things out of habit. The actions did not fit her new body.


 
This picture was taken in June and you can already tell how ill-fitting the suit and shirt are. Two months later, the changes are even more drastic. This is the subject of my blog. Nothing fits.

As you can imagine, with one hundred fifthy three pounds of me down the drain, my body is changing dramatically. Being a conservative Pentecostal, I won't be stripping down to show you the great changes happening (and pray that I never do), but I can tell you that the changes are so dramatic that even I am perplexed by them. The face that has appeared out of that hideous mass of blubber I used to look at in the mirror everyday (see picture to the right). The stomach that, though still very prominent, does not enter the room long before I do and also is much easier to move and adjust.

Turning over in bed no longer requires a moment to get my gumption up, and ten moments afterwards to catch my breath. My feet, the huge elephant feet that I still despise so much, can now fit into certain flip flops, and I've actually let them be seen in public for the first time in ten years or more. My chest is flatter, though it hangs sadly much lower than it should (surgery will fix that eventually), my fingers are narrower and seemingly longer, my legs look skinnier - almost like they're too small to hold my still huge frame.

My neck! I have a neck! And not only do I have a neck, I can feel my Adam's apple, and when I swallow, you can see the veins in my neck. As I flex various muscles in my body now, I can see evidence of them! Of course, I'm no John Cena, but they exist! I have to tighten my iPod armband when I'm in the pool - so much this past week that I was getting annoyed. Last week, I lost my pants to the floor twice. I can no longer wear a shirt tucked in without a jacket because my pants bunch so much on the sides that my boxers show. Every shirt I have is affording me 4-5 inches of extra neck space, and the shoulders of all my jackets sag sadly to my sides, while everything else just kinda hangs off of me, luckily being held in place by some rigged belt, clever manuevering, or just sheer will power.

Stuff just doesn't fit right anymore.

And that's such a profound statement right now, because it not only applies to my clothes and my physical body, it applies to my life on every last level. Just as the suits that fit me so well just a few short months ago now barely hang off of me, so many things in my life that were 'me' just a few months ago feel so unnatural and out of place in my life today.

And I can honestly tell you that nothing has ever scared me like this does.

My personality, my relationships, my attitude, my thought processes, they're all changing! I'm losing me in a way I never knew possible. All the while, I'm gaining a me that I always knew existed somewhere. I used to joke that there was a skinny Mitch inside me clawing his way out, and bless God, he's winning these days! I never had any idea of how much different he would be than the me I've built over all these years.

I good writer would give you great examples right now of the changes I'm noticing. He would detail the struggles and the differences that I'm talking about, but more than being a good writer, I have to be true to myself - and the changes that are happening are scary to me. I'm not so sure yet if I'm proud or ashamed of myself.

Just being honest.

Vaguely, I can tell you that I am no longer a selfless person. It's much easier these days to put myself in front of you, think about myself first, and say no when folks ask things of me that I think are too inconvenient for me.

I can tell you that how I feel about other people is changing. I have less tolerance for people who refuse to look at other viewpoints; who would rather be blindly dogmatic than to be sensibly objectionable about life.

I can tell you that I'm more comfortable socially than I've been in a long time. I am enjoying attention that I've never received. Compliments, flirts, come-on's. It's amazing to me that at first I didn't even recognize when some pretty girl was flirting with me, and though I'm not a playboy by a long shot, the attention is really awesome and I'm enjoying it.

And let me preface this next vague explanation with a disclaimer. I believe and try my best to live my life by the Bible. I also am very well that this Bible forbids sex outside of marriage; and I have no qualms telling you that I very much try to abide by that. My track record in this department is not spotless by far (wow, I just admitted that in public), but relatively speaking, I don't have a lot to be ashamed of. (Again, I won't get into how relevance doesn't justify sin.) However, this department is changing for me, too. I mean, when you're not completely repulsed by what is happening with your body, and when the pretty girls flirt, the lights kinda come on. haha. And though I haven't been out playing the field and running the bases (I leave all that for Matt), just feeling comfortable with being close to someone of the opposite sex and enjoying the fireworks. It's kinda amazing when you've spent several years convinced that no one could be attracted to you.

This subject is not over by far; and I've barely skimmed the surface of how I'm feeling. It no longer fits. The self-loathing, the detrimental selflessness, the reolve to just get through life even if I'm miserable, the fear of rubbing others the wrong way,  idea that I could do what makes MITCHELL happy being an unthinkable, repulsive offense. None of it fits quite right anymore. And though, as with my physical attire, I seem to be trying to hold onto it and pin it up, or tie it down, and just hang onto it somehow, I can't escape the inevitable. It no longer fits and it's gonna have to be thrown away. I'm going to have to get new clothes, I'm going to have to get new relationships, new attitudes, and a new personality.

And I'm terrified. What if six months from now, the Mitchell in the mirror is someone who is unrecognizeable? Will he still hold my core values; will he still maintain the same convictions, will he still be respectable and honorable? Will he be an effective witness? Will he be a good minister? Who will he be?

I know that sounds crazy to you. I know you could never imagine me changing that dramatically, but I am worried. I see the things I'd never show you; and serious, extremely deep, and life-altering changes are happening to me in front of my very eyes.
Pray with me, that the new Mitchell will be respectable, honorable, sincere, loving, and kind. Pray that the fruits I've worked to develop will still be there, strengthened perhaps, by the emergence of a new me; a stronger me; a more effective me.
Because there's one thing for sure. You've not heard the last from this new Mitchell.




 

3 Months Post Op

Jul 30, 2008

I would love to invite you all to my real blog, www.pentecostalmitch.com to see the transformation this far. The animation is really quie amazing.

Feel free to bookmark my real blog to keep up with me. I've lost a total of 147 pounds since January, with all of it but 50 pounds having been lost in the last 3 months since surgery.

I am one very happy camper.



The Pentecostals Were Washing Cars

May 17, 2008

Today was my first real day out and I decided to head to the church to see if I could help out with the youth group's fund raising for our annual 'Camp Good Spirit.' They decided to have a car wash/bake sale and I knew it would be lots of fun to hang out with the gang and it was an awesome day. (Pictures in this photo album.)

We had loads of fun, I even got into washing a car before I got called out by some concerned folks who decided I wasn't quite ready for that. Haha. I still got sprayed more than once with the water hose. They were BBQ'ing hamburgers and hot dogs and it smelled soooo good but I behaved myself and just kept drinking my water. When I got home, I ate what I was supposed to eat; though I brought BBQ home for the family.

It was a fun day of hanging out with the young people, who I love so much. Everyone was so excited to finally see me and there were lots of compliments on how I looked and everyone said they could tell a difference already. It made me feel wonderful. I knew I'd feel that way, though. I have the greatest church family in the world. I know I'm loved, appreciated, and I know that I have a WHOLE BUNCH of folks I can always depend on for support. (Posting a video, too.)

 

 

 

http://youtube.com/watch?v=Bw_UWxYV3Ws


Progress

May 12, 2008

I wanted to go to church last night. It didn't happen because one of my incision sites is still draining pretty bad and I was really sick at my stomach. The nausea is almost a part of life right now. I am on three different medicines for it but it still comes and goes in waves. I've been lucky not to throw up even once, but when it hits, it is very uncomfortable and I always think I am going to hurl.

So I didn't go, but the point is that I've learned from recent experiences to always try on my clothes before hand. I went to my closet and pulled out the grey suit I bought for Easter. I had just worn it the week before surgery. I threw on the jacket and buttoned it. Lo and behold - the buttons came a good 3-4 inches from my chest! It fit fine days ago but now it hangs lazily off of me and I'll be lucky to get to wear it a handful more times before I have to toss it aside or sell it on ebay.

I went to get another suit jacket, one that I had bought about a year after moving here (2003). I couldn't believe my eyes. The thing fit! It actually fit! The bottom two buttons were snug, but since it's a five button jacket, there's no need to button them. If only I could find the pants for it! I'd also did that thing. . . there was a dress shirt that I couldn't quite fit into but it was on clearance for either 9 or 12 dollars. Even the cheapest dress shirts in my size cost at least 45-50 bucks, so I grabbed it in anticipation that perhaps I'd one day fit into it.

Well, Saturday was the day. And at this rate, I better hurry and wear it before it gets too big as well!

So these are good things. They keep my mind off the eating and appetite changes. It's much easier to ignore the food on the stove when you can go to your room and try on clothes you haven't worn in years - and they look good on you again.

I've also decided to add a couple of things to my fat boy wish list. I've always wanted to go to a Vols game, but I never have because of the walking required and then the concern of climbing stairs and actually fitting in a stadium seat. It dawned on me, however, that I will soon be able to go! Hopefully this year, but if not, definitely next year. I've lived in Knoxville for five years this month and I've never once been to a Vols game. So I'm adding that and one more thing to my list:

- Go to a Vols game.
- Ride a roller coaster again.
- Throwing my seat belt extender away.
- Utilizing another seat position in my car than all the way back and tilted.
- Hopping in someone else's car to go somewhere without worrying.
- Riding an airplane.
- Going to Wal Mart and buying cheap boxers or socks.
- Shopping for my clothes at a real mall and not the Big/Tall Store or online.
- Having a pair of shoes that aren't warped out of shape within 6 months.
- Standing up in the pew at church without having to discreetly lift my stomach over the top of the back of the pew in front of me.
- Not cringing when I see a picture of me beside another human being.


I'm Melting!

May 09, 2008

5-9-08
Weight loss since surgery: 48.5 lbs.
Total weight loss: 98.5 lbs.

I just got back from my two week check up and I seem to be doing well. I've lost 48.5 pounds in 16 days. It's so astonishing. This surgery has given me in two weeks what took me 4 months to achieve before. I'm very close to hitting the hundred pound mark. It used to seem like such an impossible feat and here I am seeing it happen before my very eyes. It's all very surreal, but it sure eases the emotional stress of changing my life.

Furthermore, the doctor warned me that my body is going nuts metabolically. The systems think they are starving to death - though he assured me I am not and the weight loss is perfectly safe. Hence the nausea, uneasiness, blood pressure spikes and drops, and of course the emotional roller coaster. Let me tell you, this ride is crazy.  I no longer feel like I regret what I've done. It sucks at times; not eating is hard but even since I've been allowed to eat mushy food, my appetite is changing and I get really nauseated at certain foods really easily. It's very different than my old eating habits. An ounce and a half was just a bite for me 3 weeks ago - today it is a full meal.

My clothes are falling off, I can see a difference already, and I'm hoping others will too when they see me. In six months, I will probably be over half way to my goal and that prospect leaves me speechless. The weight that I've felt so helpless against all my life is melting off; I'm finally winning the war. I'm working through the stress of it all, but the important thing is that it's finally happening!


It's Been A Long Time Comin'

May 07, 2008

I'm tellin' ya, I heard angels belting out the Hallelujah Chorus and lights got brighter as the nurse told me I could go ahead and advance to pureed foods on Monday! The dark cloud lifted, gloom fell apart and I had a hard time deciding what would be my first meal. Ok, I kinda grabbed a bite of the pork chop I was cooking and ground it up and ate it, though this was cheating. She wanted me to start out with something lighter but the pork chop smelled so good!

Speaking of smells, I can smell everything these days. It's terrible! Put me in a car full of people and if someone has bad breath, I will know it within seconds. My bathroom air freshener I can detect from 50 feet away (and it doesn't smell good to me anymore, either.) The soaps and shampoos, food, cigarette smoke (gag). All the smells are so strong and overwhelming! I wasn't expecting that, but I now have a supersense of smell.

Anyway, my first official meal was fat free cottage cheese with turkey pepperoni, pureed into tiny pieces covered with just a tiny touch of marinara and low fat mozzarella. Of course, I could only eat an ounce and a half but it was delicious! Since then, I've had an egg (just one - first time I've only eaten one egg for a meal since. . . I don't remember), some sugar free, fat free pudding, and more cottage cheese. It's kinda weird because my tastes are changing and my stomach seems to be rather sensitve. Things I would've loved before just don't have the appeal. In fact, eating no longer has the appeal to me it once had. Now that I'm free to eat, it was really a dilemma today for me to find something I actually wanted and could stomach. There's an entire kitchen full of food here that I'd normally be pigging out on, but barely anything seems appetizing to me. I finally settled for a mixed lunch of .75 ounces of turkey pepperoni pureed and the other .75 of sf, ff pudding.

Changes, changes. Everything is changing and I have the feeling it's not quite finished. I'm down 88 pounds since January. My body is changing, my habits have changed, my life is changing, my sense of smell has changed, and now my appetite is changing. It's about time.

How am I handling the change? I'm doing better every day. Healing physically and mentally, adpating, and riding out the roller coaster - but waiting on the fun to start.  By the way - did I mention how weird it is to have to put the jello cup back in the fridge? It takes me 3-4 meals to empty out ONE little jello cup. I used to knock back 3-4 of those puppies at a time!

So this wasn't a very fun blog, but it is where I'm at right now. In transition. It's all good. And on one last very good note, good riddance Jason Castro from American Idol! I've hated those nasty deads from day one and I'm very sure he's a goner tonight!


When The Blessing Kicks Your Butt

May 03, 2008

You ever watched that movie The Christmas Story?  You know, the one with the kid named Ralphie who wanted a Red Rider BB gun for Christmas but everyone keeps saying "You'll shoot your eye out, kid!" But he wanted it more than anything and then finally got it and within minutes nearly shot his eye out?

[raises hand] Just call me Ralphie.

I prayed for this. I lamented the days, weeks, months, and years that went by that I couldn't have the surgery. I fought for it, studied it, looked for ways to have it, even begged for it, and finally God intervened, threw open all the doors and told me to have at it. Like a little kid at Christmas, I danced my way through the doors, rejoicing as the victories came in rapid succession, and anticipating that awesome day when it would finally happen.

And then I shot my eye out.

I can't lie. I've spent the last several days openly regretting what I've done. The head hunger is unbearable. I want to eat more than I want to breathe. The emotional trauma of this would be hard enough if it weren't being complicated by serious stomach illnesses and now dehydration. I can't keep enough water in to keep me hydrated and so the cramping, weakness, dizziness, and problems focusing just seem to mount until I'm wondering why my blessing is kicking my butt so much!?!?

Please don't get the wrong idea. I'm so thankful. I really am. I know I'm in the will of God; I know that six months from now, I am going to look back and tell everyone how much the complications were worth it. I'm going to experience things I've never experienced before, live a new life, be satisfied, overcome this addiction (remember, I've been through this before!), and all this will be a distant memory.

But we humans, you and I, we are creatures who live in the present. We love the now. And now, I want to eat. Now I want to go pig out because I feel bad. I want to celebrate good days with an awesome dinner. I want to choke back the anger with some biscuits and gravy - but it's not happening. Not now. Not ever.

Like I said, I destroyed my ability to feed the beast but he's alive and well. And I'm dealing, but I will admit that the blessing is kicking my butt. All I'm asking is for you to be positive with me, hang in there, pray for me, and don't listen to me when I freak out in the emotion I'm dealing with and regret what I've done. Just because the blessing is spending some time spanking me, I'm still convinced it's a blessing and I'm smart enough to know that this, too, shall pass - and when it does, life is going to be awesome.


Day 8

May 01, 2008

I am still weaker than normal and a bit sick at my stomach, though I must say the pain has been very tolerable through all this. A big part of the 'sickness' I feel and the reason you've not heard from me is that with all this, I've discovered something I didn't give enough forethought before I jumped up on that operating table. Someone best described it with this sentence.

"I took away the ability to feed the monster, but it's still alive!"

Oh yes, I want food. A single sip of water makes me feel like I've just devoured Thanksgiving Dinner, but the fact that I've not had a single bite of food in over 8 days now is something that I didn't realize would be so difficult to contend with. My addiction is alive and well, I just took away the ability to give into it. I simply can not sit down and enjoy [insert any number of great foods here] anymore just to make me feel better. And that was a huge, huge, huge part of my life 10 days ago.

Somebody said I'm killing off all my demons one at a time. Well, let me make this plain. Quitting smoking was a breeze compared to this. It really was.

I won't go into all the terrible and embarassing details publicly but this has been a very long and painful process; mentally more so than physically now - but being physically weakened from surgery does not help matters at all. Furthermore, being stuck in the house without any of my support (church, Moe's, gym, family, friends) has made it that much harder. Lastly, I do not like to blog about things until I've got a straight head. Everybody thinks I keep a good attitude. That's the farthest thing from the truth, though I wish it were not so. I have terrible thoughts, but I work them through in my head until I decide I've fixed them up enough before sharing. It takes extreme emotion for me to throw out a (usually negative) comment before really thinking it through . .  and when I do, it hurts the recipient to the bone - just as it was meant to. Ask my family.

So instead of getting on here and lamenting my loss of food and the ability to comfort myself and so much else, I've been thinking all this through. Working the situation over, looking at the facts, getting a game plan, figuring out how I'm going to win in this. And though the plan is not finished, today has definitely been a turning point to me. Today I finally realized that it's over forever. No more using food to make me better. I'm turning the tide, I'm turning loose.

I'm winning this war. In fact, I'm killing.


The Fat Boy Wish List

Apr 28, 2008

Something that I've seen many others post that have the wls (weight loss surgery) that has always intrigued me is a wish list of things they want to do again - activities they have no longer been able to enjoy because they got fat.

Today has been so hard both mentally and physically that I've turned to every thought, trying to get on a 'thinking process' to take my mind off the freshly baked lasagna sitting on the stove, waiting for someone to eat it - because I can't. And it's not that I'm hungry and need to eat. I drink 1 oz. of water and I feel like I'm going to explode, but mentally I want that DARN lasagna so bad I'd trade my right arm for it. All this is really an emotional battle and I feel like I'm losing today, so of all the things that I've tried to get my mind off food, this wish list thing keeps getting most of my attention.

I've tried for weeks now to come up with a wish list but I can't. Do you want to know why? Because I've always been fat.

Seriously.

My first doctor-recommended diet was at the age of 2. I was wearing boys' husky size jeans in second grade and I spent my entire 3rd grade school year wearing sweats because they didn't make pants big enough in the waist for such short legs. I've never been able to run and play and romp like other boys. I've never been on an airplane; never enjoyed a sport, never climbed a set of stairs without breathing like an eighty year old man with emphesema. None of that. When I turned 16 and got my license, I had to push the driver's seat all the way back to make room for me in a car. Since college I've relied on seat belt extenders for all my vehicles and I refuse to even ride in other people's cars because I more than likely won't fit. I have actually left restaurants for various reasons for fear that their seating would not accomodate me. I've never shopped for my own clothes in a regular department store. Buying a cheap pack of underwear from Wal Mart is not an option for me.

There's nothing for me to wish back. I've never experienced life as a skinny or even slightly overweight person. I've always been severely obese. I've always suffered the consequences of being the fat boy! 

But if you think about it, doesn't that just make the prospect of losing a tremendous amount of weight so much better. I'm going to get to experience all these things for the first time! So while my list may not be as good as others because I'm looking forward to completely new experiences, I'm going to make a little list. Here are the "wow" moments I'm waiting on.

- Throwing my seat belt extender away.
- Utilizing another seat position in my car than all the way back and tilted.
- Hopping in someone else's car to go somewhere without worrying.
- Riding an airplane.
- Going to Wal Mart and buying cheap boxers or socks.
- Shopping for my clothes at a real mall and not the Big/Tall Store or online.
- Having a pair of shoes that aren't warped out of shape within 6 months.
- Standing up in the pew at church without having to discreetly lift my stomach over the top of the back of the pew in front of me.
- Not cringing when I see a picture of me beside another human being.

My list is subject to change. I will add to it as necessary.


What Happened: The Day to Day Recount

Apr 27, 2008

I blogged here as I was about to leave Wednesday and felt pretty good, though a bit nervous. I got to the hospital and those nerves took over. I was snippy and rude more than a few times. My pastor came in to the room and prayed for me but everything was happening so fast that I didn't get much peace from it. It seemed like they rushed him righ out of the room so I could change into their gown and scrub my belly for surgery. I was kinda irritated that I couldn't even tie the gown so I wasn't mooning everyone, but the techs were insistent that I wouldn't be out of the bed.

They finally wheeled me to the pre-op room and gave me the first round of 'happy drugs' that made me really relax. It was at this time that I did something I've contemplated forever and always knew I would do if the happy medicine was good enough.

Since I was born, I've had a skin tag on my right nipple - and it really appeared that I had two nipples on my right side. I've always hated it and been very self concious about it. My little triple nipple. Well, when I saw my surgeon, I immediately pulled the gown down and gave it a flick and said "Hey doc, how about you slice this off while you're at it this morning, huh?"

ROFL.

He agreed, but because I'd already began to be sedated, they had to go chase my mom down from the cafeteria to sign the consent form for him to do it. This freaked her out greatly cause she though that something was wrong. Little did she know they were racing after her to get her to sign to have my triple nipple sliced off.

The next thing I remember was waking up in the reovery room with a bunch of little old ladies telling me that I needed to wake up and breathe deep. I was much more concerned with how thirsty I was and just pleading with them for water and when all they would give me was one miserable little ice chip, I decided they weren't worthy my effort and went back to sleep. Apparently I did this so severely that my anticipated 2 hour recovery stay extended out for six and a half hours. I didn't get back in my room till 7:30 and I was in severe pain.

It was at this point that I reember thinking "This hurts a lot more than I expected." And it did. I was in tremendous pain, my insides felt like someone had ripped them apart (in fact they did), and I couldn't bear to do much of anything. They asked me to walk and just knowing that I wanted the catheter, I got up and walked the required hundred feet in sheer agony with a walker. If I knew what was coming, I might've laid low a little while. When they pulled the catheter out, my poor brother recounted that he heard me screaming all the way down the hall. Yeah, it wasn't pleasant in the least.

Have I scared you yet? Cause at this point I was having serious regrets.

I remember my brother staying with me that night and jumping up in a paranoid wreck at every little beep the machines made - and they were making plenty.

Thursday

Thursday was a huge blur to me. Apparently people were coming to see me and I was falling asleep while they were there. My mom tried to go to work and she ended up having to leave to come to the hospital. I was still in so much pain that I didn't want to ge up, so my blood pressure went through the roof (225/115 at one point), and since I wasn't drinking, I also got dehydrated. I was in really bad shape that day. The nurse thought that my old stomach might have become distended, which would have required a second surgery to insert a feeding tube - major riskinesss. The doctor wanted to blast my pain away and see if that helped, and thankfully he was right. They put me on the morphine pump and finally, 24 hours later, the pain was being tolerated enough for me to drink and walk short distances and I started getting better.

The only bad part was that they had pumped so much into me via IV that mine was shot and they couldn't find any more good veins - and believe you me, they looked for hours! At least 10 people came and left with the nurse and my mom (who is also a nurse) poking all over my arms for an IV site. It was not fun at all.

Friday

I woke up feeling lousy and immediately asked for a good dose of pain medicine and within the hour felt much better and did my morning walking and drinking. I continued this through much of the day, staying out of bed, moving, drinking, timing myself. I had to drink between one and two ounces every fifteen minutes, so it was a hassle but I did it for myself alot that day since everyone was gone making preparations for me to come home. Everyone though I'd have to stay longer but since I'd made such a quick recovery Thursday night and Friday morning, the doc was discharging me - and no one was ready for that!

Since I've come home, it's been pretty much the same drill. Sore at first until I medicate, then liquids every 15 minutes the entire waking time, walking through my house at least once every two hours. It's been kinda redundant to be honest. Do I still regret what I've done? I don't know. It's not nearly as bad, but it's still not pleasant at all. I'm guessing I'll be very happy in two weeks when I see my first bit of weight loss. But for right now, I'm bored and lonely and sick to death of water every fifteen minutes. lol. We'll see though. This is just the beginning.

I even feel like this blog was boring. Hopefully in the days ahead, things will get more exciting. I'm not happy that I have to miss church today. Sundays are my favorite day and for at least the next few weeks, I'm gonna be stuck here at the house, watching my church on the internet.

About Me
Knoxville, TN
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Surgery
04/23/2008
Surgery Date
Jan 31, 2008
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Nothing Fits Anymore
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The Pentecostals Were Washing Cars
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I'm Melting!
It's Been A Long Time Comin'
When The Blessing Kicks Your Butt
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The Fat Boy Wish List
What Happened: The Day to Day Recount

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