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Well I had my wisdom teeth out Thursday, all is well. Thank god for drugs.  I ended up spending another few days at my mom's because she's my mom and she's the only one I want when I don't feel well.  

Anyway,  few good things happened.... my cousin noticed I've lost weight since I saw him last.  My boyfriend even meantioned it when I came home (he said he hasn't noticed because he sees me everyday).  I tried on a pair of shorts I wore ohhhh 100 lbs ago and I can squeeze in them.  Squeeze being the operative word.  And one night I went to my best friend's house and she has a full sized mirror... when I walked by I noitced my ass was a lot smaller!  And I'm starting to get more energy and just feel like I use to.  Also, there is more rome between me and the steering wheel.  YAY for me!  Amazing what a month and half will do for you.

I can feel my collar bones!  Far, far, far from seeing them, but I can feel them now.  I wish I could fast foward a few months.

Thursday I'm having my wisdom teeth out, fun... then hopefully I can get back to eating regular food again. 

So I finally get to the point where I can eat semi normal foods and then I get spacers put in for my braces (2nd go around with this) and now I have MAJOR sores on the back of my gums.  I can't chew now because it's SO painful, and it's like chewing on the inside on your mouth.  I've managed liquids and Wendy's chilli, slice of cheese, and a boiled egg.  That's about the extent of what I can eat again.  And then to boot, it's freezing cold and one side of my throat hurts as well as my ear.  Just when I thought I was getting on with it... I get this... it's not sick really, it just SUCKS.

I want to buy some new clothes so bad I can't stand it!  I litterally have not bought clothes in about 15 months.  The bigger I got the less I even wanted to wear clothes other than sweats and t-shirts.  Last time I even attempted at dressing cute was when I was at the beach.  Then I went on to gain an additional 20 lbs between the beach last June and surgery last month.  

But anyway, I want to buy some new clothes.  90% of what I own I can't wear gith now, because it's all too small.  Mostly 22s-24s and I'm a 26 right now.  But these clothing sales are killing me, I want to buy stuff for later, but I don't know what size I will be in in what season.  I need something else to do I suppose, besides day dream about clothes I can't wear, lol.

I can't believe it's been a month already.  I'm doing great.  I want chicken so bad I can't stand it, but I can have it in a few weeks hopefully.  Other than being tired of the same ole food choices, everything is good.  

I got weighed last week when I went for my 3 week checkup.  Down 25 lbs!  Not bad, not bad.  I've been debating on if I should weigh today.  I don't really see the point, but I'm tired of everyone asking, lol.  

On the whole weighing myself... my scale is in storage so lord only knows where that actually is.  I won't find it till we move and until then I'm not buying another scale.  I don't want to weigh myself every week to simply drive myself crazy because I know me!  I really just want to weigh myself once a month, and I was thinking I could do that at the Bariatric Center's monthly group meetings... which I plan to start attending in January.  

Aunt Dale is having surgery Monday... I'm so excited for her.  Maybe I'll just weigh myself at the hospital then.  Surely they have a bariatric scale.  But we'll see I suppose.

So now that's been a week and half and I'm no longer high as a kite on my medicine I thought it would be a good time to let everyone know how my surgery went.  Everyone keeps asking so it's easier to do it in my blog.

I had the surgery on November 12.  I only had a week to prepare for the surgery which was a bit of a shock.  Pre-ops were fine, only thing that sucked was having my blood taken.  Funny how after surgery them pricking around on me didn't bother me so much anymore.  I had to be at the hospital at 6am in Alpharetta so I think I MAY have gotten 3 hours of sleep.  I wasn't nervous at all.  I figured I would need to drive to keep my mind off it, but I didn't.  

Got there, they called me back, I put on one of those smock things and crawled up on the bed.  Jason kept me company which was nice.  They gave me some warm socks and a couple heated blankets because I was cold.  By the time the lady came in to give me my IV I was shaking, literally, because that was the only thing I was scared of.

 

 

It wasn't bad actually, and Dad, Chris, and Heath came in my pre-op room.  We had a few laughs, and I wasn't nervous now that my IV was DONE!  My surgeon came in, we talked for a minute and he left.  Then they raised the bed really high in the air, which was strange.  MY anesthesiologist met me in the hall as they were rolling me to the OR as well as the lady for the bariatric center.  I got into the OR and got me all situated and started my meds. 

 

The last thing I remember was there were about 7 to 10 people in that room and it was very bright.  They started joking with me about counting backwards from 100 and trailing off 99.  Then woke up in the recovery room.  

 

First thing I remember is asking them if I could get up.  The pain from the gas they pump into you is awful!  It was the most uncomfortable thing, even the morphine they had me on wasn't helping. 

 

I think I dozed back off a bit because when I got to my room my Mom and Aunt Dale were there as well as my Dad and Jason.  As soon as they let me I was up and walking down the hall.  Slowly, but I was walking down the hall.  I got really sick when I first got up, from the anesthesia and everything so I was dry heaving, and ended up busting a blood vessel in my eye like I always do when I puke.  Once that wore off and the gas pains relented after the first day it was ok.  My butt STILL hurts from having sat in that bed for so long, but the staff was wonderful.  I can't say enough great things about them!   

 

The first night my oxygen dropped dangerously low to 53 so they had to put me on oxygen and a CPAP machine.  That caused me to leave the hospital at 8pm Wednesday.  Poor dad ended up staying ALL day Wednesday because I thought I was going to leave in the afternoon and that didn't happen.  But he got me to Mom's and get my medicine for me so I was ok.   

 

Today I took the steri-strips off and I'm healing nicely.  I'm sick to death of this liquid diet, but other than that and just being sore with little energy, I'm doing good!  I'll keep everyone informed of the progress.