Day 116 – The “Oh-Oh’s”

Monday is over with yayyy!!! I was dreading today but it actually ended up being a good day. Had a few, well okay lets not kid ourselves we had heaps of laughs and the day ran smoothly.

I wore pants to work today and they kept slipping off it was bloody awesome. The crutch is starting to hang a bit low but I love it. I really am losing weight. Its real. Its been my life long dream to be skinny and I am far off from being skinny but I am on the path, on the path to a better me. Woohoo!!!

Food wise all has been cool. I’m not eating much but I am forcing myself to eat, does that make sense? Restriction is still present and on a daily basis reminds me that the lap band is indeed inside me. I call it the
“Oh-Oh’s” I eat food and “Oh-Oh’s” it hurts. Then “Oh –Oh’s” I’m running to the bathroom to hurl.

How does one best describe the pain of food being stuck? I have read a lot on lap band issues and they all describe this pain as it feeling like a heart attack. Well they aint wrong my non-banded friends. It hurts like you wouldn’t believe. I actually have noticed that I automatically hold my breath as the pain just takes your breath away. For me, and remember this is just MY experience, but it really feels like what I would imagine a knife into your chest wall and it being twisted. It hurts sooo much.

I have nicknamed a few lap band issues as the Oh-Oh’s. Those being the constipation, the restriction, the vomiting, the hair loss,

I’ve also got Aunty Mable visiting, that’s two times in 6 weeks. Makes sense as to why I have an iron/ferritin issue and possibly the zits on my face and constantly feeling cold. Brrrrrrr.

Elvis and I had an appointment with the Vet tonight and the little shit was a blasted terrorist in the vet. We had to have him nuzzled as he was freaking out. Injection time. The whole visit took 5 minutes, and was charged $177. I was gob smacked and people say that dentists charge an arm and a leg. This is simply ridiculous but in the same breath it’s worth it as Elvis is soooo worth it. I love him to bits.

Mum had prepared pasta tonight for dinner and ohmigod it smelt simply fantabulous so I took a small Tupperware full home to eat after the vet. Ohmifuck!!! I gave my food offering straight into the toilet bowl. The entire contents of my dinner came spewing forth. Fucking gross I know. As much as I loved pasta pre-surgery I just have to give into the fact that I am no longer able to digest it. There is no point hurting my innards and spewing. I bought a lap band not a one-way ticket to bulimia. God I love pasta and I will miss it but that’s just the way it is I guess.

I am exhausted from spewage so tonight I plan on curling up on my sofa with Elvis and kissing my little man to bits.

Reney