Day 147 -Does having the lap band make you more likely to be forgetful?

Does having the lap band make you more likely to be forgetful?

I ask myself this quite frequently. I have always been forgetful. Always. You could give me a task to do and explain how you want it done only to have me ask you like 10 minutes later what you wanted me to do. I find it hard to remember and absorb things at times. Is this what lack of oxygen does to you?

Ever since the lap band I have noticed that there are days when I am even more forgetful and I sort of don’t feel "focused" as much as I used to be or as "alert".

Which sadly brings me to the worrisome fact that I have now misplaced or lost my Emporio Armani watch, which cost me a fucking truckload to buy. I remember the day I layby-ed that watch and every week I would go into the jewellers and put money on it. Heck I was in there so often I was on a first name basis with them!!! Well I was wearing it on Tuesday and since then I cannot locate it anywhere. I cleaned my house from top to bottom last night trying to find it. I went as far as searching my washing machine to see if I had accidentally wrapped my watch up with my dirty laundry. I checked Elvis' kennel (he has an awful habit of storing things in there! Weird dog!) Not only that, but yesterday I had my mobile phone in my hot little fat hand and now I have lost that as well. And yes I have rung my phone like 20 million times and its not ringing, it goes straight to my message bank. I searched my car, my handbag, my workplace everywhere! I am perplexed.

Could this be the universe trying to tell me something? Something like stop looking at the time and stop checking your mobile phone every 10 minutes? Let me psychoanalyze that a tad, could I be in too much of a hurry with life that the universe is telling me to slow down and smell the roses, slow down and take your time, stop walking around the house with your mobile in one hand and the land line in the other, stop answering those ringing phones??? Is this a sign?

I digress otherwise I could sit here typing up all my trippy shit for hours and I am sure no-one would ever read my blog ever again (hee hee ha-ha) Work was a lot better today but I am still not feeling "secure" in my work place. I don’t know why I have done this but I have cleared my desk of all work, even as much as going through my "Oh shit cant this wait file” Its almost like psychologically I am preparing my desk space for the next girl and I don’t want any of my clutter or bullshit to be left behind.

I have the day off work tomorrow, which will give me a long weekend type of break. Maybe this will help me get refocused, or maybe will give me the power to sit down and email my boss and tell him that I am not happy and not feeling secure in my workplace. I have said it before but Andrew is really a lovely guy and I am fortunate to have him as my boss as we usually get along pretty well and I respect the dude. Anyways...

I awoke this morning to band tightness and I waddled to my kitchen and I stood in front of my kitchen sink and took a gulp of water and it came flying literally right back out and up and I sprayed the whole sink. To make matters worse my dad who was over bright and early this morning witnessed the whole thing and that just made me feel...I dunno...embarrassed, weird, uncomfortable that he had to witness that, I felt just strange.

Dad: "Ahhreeni, (imagine that sounding very Greek like) Tzzeesus Hrist (he said Jesus Christ) this no good"
So I mumbled under my breath: "Yeah no shit Sherlock"
Dad: Whaadya say? (Dad asked: What was that?”)
R: Ahh nothing dad, I don’t feel very well today
Dad: Youn seen the dohctor tomooro? (Dad asked: Are you seeing the Doctor tomorrow?)
R: Yes dad
Dad: Thes no good (Dad says: This is not good – meaning the spew)
R: I know dad.

There are days like this morning when my entire chest feels sooo tight. I have not gotten to speak to very many bandits who experience this. My doc and my research tells me that this is not a very common problem but it’s not a big deal. I just need to sip something warm for 15 minutes of a morning when this tightness appears. Today’s projectile was rather funny though as literally not a drop went down into my tummies it all came right back out.

I went to work and Sue bought in coffees today and I slowly sipped it, took me 2 hours but it all stayed down, I also had a glass of water in between coffee sips and that was fine. I then raced to the local Cafe and bought coffees for Andrew, Sue and myself and that all stayed down too. Lunch and dinner were fine as in it all stayed down but its just some mornings really and I mean REALLY fuck with me. Weird, but I am not really worried about it.

I see Sexy oops I mean Mr. Wonderful Surgeon tomorrow and he will take out some fill finally and you all wont have to endure my tales of spewage!

Peace, Love and Mung Beans to you all

Reney

P.S - Good luck Bianca for tomorrow!!! You are in good hands and soon you will have ventured over to the other side. Can’t wait to hear how it all went! I will endeavour to pop into The Avenue tomorrow to see you!