melaniesuzanne: (Mucha: The Seasons Spring)
Back in October, I mentioned being interviewed for the local hospital system's magazine. Then in November I met with a photographer to have some pictures taken to go along with the article. I'd hoped to get copies of the photos, but alas that was not to be. However, a friend who received a dead tree version of the magazine in January was kind enough to scan the article and sent me a copy in which the picture under the cut was included.

Read more... )

It hurts my feelings to see that before picture. It's hard to believe that I let myself get that large and I didn't acknowledge it. I mean, I know I was big, but I never felt big, you know? Plus, I didn't have any health problems aside from pain in my knees and my right foot. I had plenty of energy and could walk a few miles with little issue and ride my bike for miles and miles.

At the time of the after photo, I'd dropped from a size 22 to a size 12 in pants, from a 2XL to a Medium in shirts, and had shed 95 pounds. I've lost another pants size and and four more pounds in the three months since (which actually happened in December; I haven't lost anything else since then). Despite my surgeon saying otherwise, I really do think my surgery-induced weight loss has stopped and I'm okay with that. Now starts the hard job of maintaining.

Other things that are going on: I've FINALLY learned to slow down when eating so that food no longer gets stuck and I don't have to pretend to be a bulimic. I've learned what "full" feels like and how to stop eating when I reach that level despite how good the food may taste. My energy is better, but I haven't been been on my bike(s) since October, so I don't know far I can just yet. (C'mon warm weather!!) My hair is still thin and a few strands jump out when shampooing, but I have lots of baby hairs coming in to hopefully replace what I've lost over the past eight months or so. Emotionally, my self-confidence continues to be high and I'm working with a therapist to root out why I overeat and fix that hole within myself so I don't buoy back up to that starting weight.
melaniesuzanne: (Mucha: The Seasons Spring)
As of this morning, I have lost 91 pounds which puts me just a skosh beyond my original goal. I've dropped five pants sizes, four bra band and undies sizes, and have shrunk from 2XL to Medium in tops from Target and Kohl's. My calves are small enough that not only can I wear boots with "standard-sized" shafts but I can also tucks jeans into those boots.

I was about to complain about what my unclothed body looks like, but that seems ungrateful or disrespectful or something of that ilk. Instead I will focus on my endurance slowing growing day by day and that I can carry a full laundry basket up both flights of stairs in my townhouse without panting. That's MUCH more important to focus on.

I'm participating in a charity bike ride with [ profile] alienor on Saturday and am super excited to ride in a completely new-to-me environ with a friend whom I haven't seen in ages. It's fifteen miles with three stops: easy peasy.

What else...? Oh, a magazine associated with the INOVA hospital system will interview me on Tuesday about my experiences with the program, my surgeon, and the process. I'm a little nervous about that -- believe it or not, but I do have a hard time talking about myself -- but also highly flattered.
melaniesuzanne: (Mucha: The Seasons Spring)
My four month surge-versary was Monday and things are going pretty swimmingly. I've been in a stall for a few weeks now, but my surgeon doesn't want me worry about it. In fact, when I said that I should hide the scale, he said I should throw it out the window. I panicked that I've lost my 60% of weight (which is the average for gastric bypass), but he assures me that I have another fourteen months to go. Yes, the loss will slow, but it will continue.

I really should have taken measurements at the start so I could see *that* change.

As mentioned elseweb, during my check-up yesterday, my surgeon asked if I watch "True Blood". When I said yes, he replied that I'm starting to look like Sookie. Heh. I think the only things Anna Paquin and I have in common are our blonde hair, dark brown eyes, and funny noses, but I'll take the compliment.

In related news, I have FINALLY organized the HUMONGOUS pile of too big clothing which have been languishing in the craft room. The pile was huge. )

Sooo... I think I'll host a "come take my gently used clothes" day in the near future. Maybe 10 Aug? ([ profile] reedrover come on over any time after work if you don't want to traipse up here on a Saturday. I'm free every evening but the 6th.)

My stamina is improving with the assistance of extra protein. I'm able to ride my bike about six miles before I need to break for half a cheese stick or a few swigs of a protein shake. Last night's ride was juuust shy of eleven miles and I was pretty weak and shivery by the time I got home. Happily, bounced back pretty quickly and am looking forward to getting back on the bike (if the storms hold off) or my toning video (if they don't).
melaniesuzanne: (Mucha: The Seasons Spring)
An unexpected boon arrived in the mail towards the end of last week in the form of a check from my mother-in-law. In the accompanying note, she said that she'd read my post on Facebook about having cleaned out my closet and having only a few garments left which fit. I was incredibly touched and put that fun money to use on Sunday when [ profile] courtney_d_h took me to Unique in Faifax for a full-on thrifting spree. I've never enjoyed thrift shopping for clothing because, well, nothing fit. But now that I'm a standard size, it was an absolute blast! She'd suggested wearing a loose skirt and leggings and a tank top. All I had in the way of skirts, though, are my exercise skirts (which I am thrilled to bits about them actually fitting now!) and I showed up at her place looking like I was ready for a bike ride.

Anyway, she is physically smaller than I in every direction and much more hour-glassy, plus we have much different coloring in that she is blonde/blue-eyed/pink-skinned and I am blonde/brown-eyed/warm-toned-in-summer (and pale blue in winter). So, when she found a top that too big/too long/too muted for her, she tossed it my way and I reciprocated when I found garments that were more suited to her. I came out of store with half a dozen capris, four skirts, and eight work-appropriate blouses all for $100+tax. We'll be doing that again when it's time for cold-weather clothes.

We also spent a couple of hours catching up on each others' lives over a barely-nibbled-at bowl of queso which, we would have devoured in milliseconds back in the hold days. The way things change...

Saturday was full of home-repair (Hubbyfink) and cleaning (me). Slowly but surely we're getting the minor repairs taken care of and may actually finish the basement this fall. I'm so excited about that prospect. [ profile] psalite came over late in the afternoon and we spent a couple of hours paddling about the pool catching up with each others' and friends' lives. My goodness. It wasn't until this weekend that I realized what a hermit I'd become. Must force myself out of the house and enjoy all those friendships I've cultivated before they wither away.

Friday night, Hubbyfink and I finished "Sherlock". OMG. I am soooo glad that we only just got into that program otherwise I would be crawling the freaking walls. I'm also shipping FreemanWatson/CumberbathHolmes like whoa. I haven't started down the fanfic path just yet, but it's only a matter of time.
melaniesuzanne: (Mucha: The Seasons Spring)
I succumbed to the siren song of Tumblr and have actually posted a tiny bit of content there, and I do mean tiny. I started out collecting gifs and jpgs of my favorite hobbit -- Billy Boyd, if you must know -- and with the assistance of a dear friend who pulled me up the learning curve, I have branched out. I even have two followers. I feel so vindicated validated.

No, I am not leaving you, beloved LJ. We may have a tempestuous relationship but I will cling to you like Spanish moss to a live oak. Facebook is too ephemeral and Twitter even more so. Tumblr is for pretty pictures and, well, I don't understand Pinterest at all. I may not visit you every day, LJ, but you're still my favorite.

In other news, I slipped below 200 pounds, weight-wise, and am wearing a slinky-ish dress at work in celebration. I say "slinky"; it's not at all scandalous with it's high boat neck, cap sleeves, and knee-length hem. But the dress hugs my curves like it's on rails, if you know what I mean. My closet may be nearly empty, but the stuff left behind makes me happy.
melaniesuzanne: (Carl Sagan by ibishtar)
I can't decide if I've been lazy or productive. Or maybe that's destructive... Sure, I've napped a bit today but I've also ravaged my closet and wound up with three dresses, one pair of jeans, one pair of crops, five pair of capris, and a whole bunch of tees and pull-over blouses. My two favorite pairs of PJ bottoms (grey with black bats and an orange/white/black camo pattern with skulls and ghosts) are getting so big that I'm on the verge of not being able to cinch them down enough to keep them over my hips. I've had to hold the pants legs when going up and down stairs for a month or so because without my tummy and butt holding the PJs up, they almost cover my feet. Heh.

I pulled out the storage cube with my collection of too-small Black Phoenix Trading Post and Think Geek t-shirts and all but four of those fit now. For the record an American Apparel XL is more like a child's XL than an adult's. No no, it's not quite that bad. But it's going to be a little while longer before I can wear my Union Jack made up of Tardises and my Pinky and the Brain as Darth Vader and the Emperor tees.

Bebe the blue Beetle had her 10,000 checkup and yearly safety inspection today. While at the dealership, I dropped in to visit my salesman who gave me a great big hug. I told him how much I love my car except for one tiny detail: it's not a convertible. He laughed and told me to come on back and take a look at the convertibles when I picked up my car. Nah, not until I covered parking. Although we don't get that much snow, I don't want any kind of pile up on a soft top.

Lessee, what else? Mmm, that's about it for the day. I'm kind of hungry but nothing sounds appealing; I'm chalking that ennui up to the heat. Remember when I said I wanted to move somewhere warmer? I'm rethinking that plan.


Jul. 9th, 2013 01:09 pm
melaniesuzanne: (Rat)
Vacation was absolutely wonderful. I got to visit with people whom I haven't seen in nearly twenty years, spent quality time with my father and stepmom, enjoyed best-friend [ profile] zipmeister's new house (which is STUNNING), and lazed about Mom's lake river house. Really, I couldn't have had a much better week off.

Except that the trip from northern Virginia to Germantown, TN and from Cherokee, AL back to NoVA was AWFUL. The 850 mile trek from door to door normally takes between 11.5 and 12 hours. It took fourteen. FOURTEEN. The trip from AL to NoVA should have taken about 12.5 hours. It also took FOURTEEN hours, most of which was in blinding rain. We stopped for the night just inside the Virginia border so as not to fall asleep at the wheel.

I forgot to make a "Post-op month 3" post on the 29th. At that point, I'd shed 50 pounds and was starting to shrink out of the capris I purchased earlier in June. While on vacation, I misplaced another 5 pounds and bought my first size "L" shirts in FOREVER. Talk about a ego boost. I have officially hit the in-betweenie range of pants, unfortunately. I need a 14W to accommodate my baby-makin' hips and I can't find that size in my local Tar-zhay. I'm pretty sure a Lane Bryant 14 would be too big and I REALLY don't want to have to go to LB for ANYTHING anymore. Straight sizes will gap in the waist while pulling across my hips and butt. Allow me to sigh and staple my wrist to my forehead for a bit.

At this point, I'm only a few pounds away from what the WLS forum people call "one-derland". I haven't been under 200 pounds in... oh, I have no idea. At least 15 years. I'm about to bounce out of my skin with excitement and joy.


Jun. 14th, 2013 11:52 am
melaniesuzanne: (Maybelline)
We have officially reached the hair loss portion of the post-WLS process. Yay. I try not to stress too much because I do have a fair amount of hair even though the individual hairs are on the thin side. Sadly, I am ceasing the pinking and purpling until I feel confident that the bleaching process won't make the rest of my hair fall out. If I can't live without unnatural color streaks in my hair, Ulta carries various non-permanent potions which do not require bleaching before application.

The weather threatens to be absolutely gorgeous this weekend. Had I a crystal ball, I'm sure it would foretell of a bike ride or two. Maybe even three. And now that Hubbyfink's cleared for almost all physical activity, I can drag him along for a "short" ride.

Speaking of the Hubbyfink, we'd planned on zipping out to Colorado Springs this past March but surgery schedules got in the way. Why the zipping to CS? Well, back in September I got a bee in my proverbial bonnet about moving somewhere that wasn't so dang hot and humid as the DC area and CS looked fantastic on paper. The change-averse Hubbyfink warmed up to the idea a day later and was ready to move RIGHT THEN. We cooled our jets, though, and calmed down enough to realize that we really should scope out a place before picking up stakes and heading west. (Of course, I hadn't considered the possibility of something like the horrifying wildfire currently destroying the surrounding area... all those unfortunate people... it makes me want to cry.) So, we're flying out for a visit over Labor Day weekend and will see if it is just as good in real life.

Other locations on our short list of Places to Live After Fleeing DC include the Florida panhandle (preferably right on the coast); New Orleans (which, obviously, is even MORE hot and humid than DC but I've become sensitive to cold after this past miserable winter; Hubbyfink is not on board with this idea); Asheville, NC (again, himself is not quite on board); Austin (his entry; as appealing and vibrant as Austin is, I simply can't with Texas); and Columbus, OH (yes, really: my work team is there, the city is beautiful, and it gets four distinct seasons; Hubbyfink doesn't want to live in Ohio). We've got some negotiating to do.


Jun. 7th, 2013 10:14 am
melaniesuzanne: (Rat)
**Hubbyfink is recovering amazingly well after his surgery. As of today, it's been a full month since the tennis ball-size rock was removed from his head. He still fatigues easily and the deafness in his left ear is going to be permanent, but he is otherwise back to himself. He'll be home for another week and I'm trying to convince him to go back for half days when he starts back at work. He'll have to check with HR to see if that's allowed.

**The Tour de Cure for the American Diabetes Association went SO MUCH better than I'd expected. [ profile] carthew and I started our route about 90 minutes prior to the official start time so as to beat the forecast blistering temperature. We rode fairly slowly -- somewhere in the 9 mph range -- and took lots of water and rest breaks. That was good for me in that it reined me in and kept me from pushing so hard that I couldn't finish the ride. We rested for 45 minutes or so at the turn-around point and then rode even more slowly with more breaks on the ride from Vienna to Reston because that route is mostly uphill. I was so jazzed when we got to the finish that I danced around like a crazed weasel, cheering on other riders as they cruised down the finish line chute.

A few photos. )

Our little team raised nearly $2,047 (thus blowing away our $1,500 goal) for the American Diabetes Association. GO, HULA BEARS! And thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who donated to our cause.

**I have begun shrinking out of my shoes as [ profile] hannnahkl promised. Ack! I also have a humongous pile of clothes for donation in the craft room. HU-MON-GOUS. They're mostly 18s and 20s and 2XLs. I need to throw some of winter coats on that pile as well. I can't think of any body local who would need those sizes, but if you're local and COULD use some of those sizes, give me a holler and we'll set up a time for you to dig through my clothes. I'm going to put out a call on Facebook as well. This weekend will be for inventorying the clothing in preparation for donation.

**Related to the shoe- and clothing-shrinkage, I have officially hit the two-teens. Eeeee! I haven't been in the two-teens since early 1997. Seriously. I remember living in Annandale with Tansey and going to Weight Watchers because I'd hit 215. I am beyond thrilled. BEE-YOND.

**Today is the 6th birthday of my twin nieces: Anne and Emily. It's hard to believe that they're SIX! They're going to have a surprise Merida-themed birthday party tomorrow. I can't wait to see their faces. :)

**Last, but certainly not least: HAPPY FRIDAY!
melaniesuzanne: (measure by measure)
We're chugging right along.

Physical changes: As of today, I'm down 40 pounds which was my record with Jenny Craig and way more than I ever lost on Weight Watchers. My thighs and belly look like a Sharpei. My neck probably would, too, but I've been slathering Murad Resurgence Rejuventating Lift on my neck and decolletage every other day (it's too drying for everyday use) and I think it's been helping. I still hate my neck profile, though.

Mental changes: This is a toughie. I'm wrapping my head about my relationship with food. In my head I want to EAT ALL THE THINGS but I physically can't which is one of the reasons I chose WLS rather than yet another commercially available deprivation system. I'm forced into portion control, learning when I'm actually hungry and not, and making better nutrition choices. I've also self-diagnosed myself with body dysmorphia, else how would I have let myself get so huge without noticing. Now that I'm losing weight, I can only barely see it in the mirror and photographs. Hubbyfink took the photo below a couple weeks ago and I love it.

My first 'hot' photo in a long time. )

Clothes: I've had to purchase new capris because most of last summer's clothes don't fit, quelle surprise. I did save a couple pair from my Jenny Craig days, thank heavens, so I didn't have to go nuts on new clothes just yet. I'm also swimming in my bras and have snagged a few cheapies from Target to tide me over. The donation pile for Goodwill is turning into a mountain.

Food: I can tolerate chicken (fried strips, pad thai, salad), BBQ pork, bread, fish, shrimp... You know, all the tricky foods. I CANNOT tolerate humus, chicken quesadilla, pork "products" like sausage, biscuits, some crackers, muffins... you know, a lot of not-so-good-for-me-anyway foods. I've had a rough few nights this week where I couldn't keep anything down, and I commented to Hubbyfink last night: "You know, I could have simply become a bulimic without all the pain and expense of surgery."

Energy level: Meh. Not enough protein, I guess. My surgeon doesn't buy into the YOU MUST EAT ALL THE PROTEIN, but it is supposed to be my primary food source, followed by veggies then fruit then starches. I can add protein shakes -- I LOVE the Atkins Advantage ones -- when I increase my activity level, but I have a hard time chugging one when I'm actually out in the field. The Tour de Cure is on Sunday and I'm veeeeery nervous about being able to ride more than five miles. (The route I'm taking this year is only 14 miles.)

Two months out and would I do it again? Last night, after puking for the fourth time in 20 minutes, I'd have said 'no'. Today, when I'm feeling better, I'm a definite maybe. My occasional word choice of "mutilation" when I talk about the surgery should be telling. Anyone who says that WLS is the "easy way out" is misinformed.
melaniesuzanne: (measure by measure)
I'm doing fine. Still need to take my one-month-post-surgery photos (tonight, tonight). I've discovered that my pouch doesn't care for scrambled eggs or humus. Bizarre. Of course, I don't have much to use as a vector for humus since I'm just under two weeks from raw veggies. It's also bizarre noting how my tastes have changed. I'm not that wild about red grapes anymore -- I could eat those all day long before -- but I can't get enough honeydew melon and canteloupe. What?? And cooked spinach. I don't like cooked veggies, or didn't before my surgery.

So. Weird.

Got cleared to ride my bike last week and set out for a shopping trip via bike on Saturday. Oof, my butt callouses have disappeared. I'm still feeling a little sore, but I'm looking forward to the next ride. Maybe next week I'll be up to a bike commute.

Occasionally, I have a touch of buyer's remorse, especially when I crave something that I can't eat yet. Like last night, I reeeeeally wanted pizza and a margarita. But I realize that was for emotional reasons because I'd had such a rough day at work. Still working on the emotional/psychological side of this process while my pouch takes care of the physical part.

Whoo hoo!

Apr. 18th, 2013 09:44 am
melaniesuzanne: (SnoopyDance by peaces_icons)
I've had a non-scale victory!

Yesterday, I donned a pair of jeans which I could not squeeze into a month ago. I mean, could barely get over my hips and no amount of sucking in would allow me to button or zip tight. Not only did I wear the jeans, they were so baggy in the waist that I had to wear them at my hips. And because the jeans were already a little bit long, I needed to wear heels to keep them from dragging the ground. They made my legs look a mile long. When Hubbyfink saw me last night, his jaw actually dropped and his tongue very nearly lolled out.

Yeah, total victory.
melaniesuzanne: (measure by measure)
I thought I was done with the daily post op reports and would move on to monthly updates, but I had a milestone of sorts this morning: my first run-in with early dumping syndrome. My new breakfast routine of 1/2 scrambled egg and a quarter piece of toast was so delicious -- and I was so hungry -- that I wolfed it down without thoroughly chewing the eggy bits. Those who have had WLS know where this is going. Within minutes, my ribcage felt like it was being squeezed in a vice while at the same time it felt like a spike was being driven between my ribs. Then I felt like I'd been hit with stomach flu: shakes, sweating, nausea. Good times. I learned something kind of gross. )

Afterwards, I called Bossman to say I'd be in a little late so I could recover and lay down for what turned into a 45 minute nap. I felt tons better after my rest and I've learned a valuable lesson about taking my time while eating. And, happily, it happened at home and not out in public.
melaniesuzanne: (une souris)
The time is flying by and I feel better every single day. Yesterday, Hubbyfink and I walked two miles in about an hour and I didn't feel like I would die when we got back. The only bad part was how parched I felt; I'll take a small water bottle with me next time. I'm pretty sure that my energy came from the 1/2 egg and nibbles of toast I had for breakfast. I finally got my egg! For lunch, I had tuna mixed with a dollop of plain Greek yogurt and a sprinkle of ranch dip mix for zing and the leftover toast. A veritable feast! Yay, protein! I can't remember when I get cheese, but (soft cooked) veggies come next week. WHOO HOO!

I am back in the office today and still feeling pretty good even though I took a quick breather on the stairway landing when coming in to the building. Yes, I probably should have taken the elevator, but I'm an overachiever. If I still feel good this evening, I'll take another walk; although, it probably won't be as long as yesterday's.

My bruises from the constant shots of blood thinner are fading, but nowhere near gone yet. The glue closing my incisions is flaking off. And the abdominal swelling is starting to go down. Both Hubbyfink and I could tell that my belly was slightly smaller in my exercise capris. Whoo hoo!

I see my surgeon next Tuesday and I hope, hope, hope that I am cleared to be back on the bike. I miss my girls SO MUCH. In the meantime, I'll keep putting rubber to the road and increase my walking as much as my body will allow.
melaniesuzanne: (Bike: rat)
No, no. I'm not on the bikes yet.

Called my surgeon yesterday to complain about my lack of stamina and he told me to rein in my activity. Fft. Yes, I knew that was the answer but it doesn't mean I have to be happy with that response. However, I think that my new protein supplement -- Atkins Advantage -- is tastier and has more protein per serving than the supplement I used before. I'm almost kind of sad that I have to give it up next Sunday.

Last night, I pulled out the front basket for Lily the hybrid bike and a garland of silk lilies. Scott gave me the stink-eye and asked what I thought I was doing. (He wasn't out of line; I have been whining at him to let me ride my bike and he's been good about saying no, not even the low and slow Kate the beach cruiser.) I was merely prepping Lily's accessory for when I can ride again. Tonight I'll adorn Beatrix the city bike's basket with yellow and peach roses. (I've been lax about removing the holly garland and Christmas lights from her.)

Oh, and speaking of riding, I have my three week appointment with my surgeon on the 23rd and I will ask at that time when I am cleared for getting back on two wheels. I really want to participate in the 10-mile route of Paul's Ride for Life, but as that'll be only a few days after clearance (hopefully!), it may be too much. We shall see. I'm still riding in the ADA Tour de Cure in June. I'd planned on the 43-mile route, but I'm going to pull back to the 14-mile Fun Ride (with an additional 12 mile or so ride to and from Reston). If you're local and love riding your bike, please consider joining my team: Hula Bears which is named in commemoration of our dear [ profile] tirloch who passed away last March. The event is well-staffed and a total blast!
melaniesuzanne: (une souris)
The surgeon woke me on Friday, calling to see how I was doing. He was a little concerned that I was still asleep at 10:30am, but I assured him it was only because of my night owl tendencies when I don't have work the next morning. Afterwards, I set out on my own for a small shopping trip and a long drive in the country side. It felt SO GOOD to be behind the wheel with the windows down, sunroof open, and stereo blaring. Aaaaaah, bliss. Hubbyfink and I took a 1-1/2 mile walk around the neighborhood and caught up on movies on the DVR that night.

I was completely wiped out on Saturday. [ profile] sutragirl came by for a visit and I was too fatigued to do much beyond stand to give her a hug. I think Friday's walk and lack of calorie intake did me in. Because I couldn't do much more besides lie on the couch, I finally ripped open "Bioshock Infinite" and played that for several hours until the motion sickness started to come on.

Sunday was much better. I had occasional bursts of energy and was able to change out the winter comforter for the summer quilts as well as take care of some tidying before [ profile] pirategirleee came over to watch "Tucker and Dale vs Evil". She loved it! We followed up with the documentary "Grey Gardens" because we both loved the HBO dramatization staring Drew Barrymore and Jessica Lange. After movies, we went for a walk around the neighborhood, but not nearly so far as Hubbyfink and I gone on Friday. When we got back I was shakey and fatigued and PG made her exit. I also started solidish foods on Sunday. Unsweetened applesauce with cinnamon never tasted so good. And mashed potatoes? Mana from heaven! I need to get some yogurt tonight so I can get more protein (which will probably help increase my stamina) and I'm thinking Fage Greek yogurt is the way to go. I'll get the plain version and mix in vanilla or peppermint or cinnamon or whatever other flavors I can think of. I'll also use it with a little powder ranch dressing as a binder for tuna salad when I add tuna to my diet next week. Mmmm... tuna.

Today, I am back at work. Well, working from home, anyway. I'd really like to go into the office tomorrow to see Bossman and GrandBoss who are in town for a Juniper conference at the campus. This morning's routine tired me terribly, though, and I'm concerned about making that long walk from the parking garage to my cube. We'll see. I know I shouldn't push too hard, but when I feel good, I feel REALLY REALLY good. I'll see how my stamina is after tomorrow's morning routine.

Also, I hopped on the scale this morning (with my wet hair still wrapped in a towel) and I am down 20 pounds from exactly two weeks ago. I don't know where it's coming from because my jeans fit exactly the same. My belly is bloated, and according to a gastric bypass forum I read, that's normal. I'm not sure how long it's supposed to be normal, but I'm not fretting. Yet.
melaniesuzanne: (une souris)
Glory hallelujah!

The surgeon's nurse woke me this morning, calling to check in. I was very happy to report that I felt 100% better and hadn't had ANY issues since getting home from the hospital yesterday. Hubbyfink and I scooted about for some shopping and then he dropped me at the nail salon for a much deserved mani and spa pedi. Aaaaaah, bliss.

I've been drinking my water/pedialyte mixture like a champ (currently working on my protein supplement ~gag~). My eyes are still on the scrambled egg prize and I salivate at the thought of applesauce and mashed potatoes. Not together, natch. I've been fantasizing about chicken biryani for some unfathomable reason. I've only read about it and I've never eaten Indian food. In fact, I've always maintained that I don't like Indian food because the smell of the spices, but now I want to experiment. I'm also craving some Ethiopian food something fierce and I've eaten that all of once in my life.


Anyway, I feel like a million bucks and I foresee smoother sailing ahead. Thank you, dear friends, for all the well wishes!
melaniesuzanne: (une souris)
I have a new goal: make it two days in a row this week without seeing my surgeon and/or spending any time in a medical facility. No fun. )

So, hopefully tomorrow I can actually accomplish the shopping errands I've wanted to tackle for two days instead of being hooked up to medical equipment. Good times.
melaniesuzanne: (une souris)
Everything is going swimmingly. I remember nothing from the time that my surgeon stopped by to chat pre-op to waking up in recovery where a nurse tenderly smoothed the crease between my eyebrows and my forehead to get me to relax. My nurse for daytime Friday and Saturday, Genevieve, was an angel. An angel who looked all of 12 years old, but an angel nonetheless. She was full of good humor and tenderness. Friday night's nurse, Joan aka Nurse Ratched, was the complete antithesis to lovingkindness. Wretched woman who forced me to "shoot" three ounces of liquid vicodin into a two ounce stomach pouch. I got about halfway through before I begged for the IV dilaudid I'd been getting and phenergan.

Genevieve and Dr. Fitzer got an earful about her on Saturday.

We decided that I should stay one more night since I wasn't ingesting the needed amount of fluids except via IV. Sunday's nurse, Shawntal, another 12 year old, was the tough love nurse and got me up and moving. Over the course of three outings, I managed to walk seven laps or one mile around the ward. I could also sip broth, jell-o, and water and was given the go-ahead to go home.

Last night was kind of rough with a fair amount of gas pain in my shoulders and ribs as well as being unable to find a comfortable sleeping position. I'm also craving scrambled eggs, bacon, and home fries like whoa. I whinged about being hungry to [ profile] wombatgirl. I didn't think I was supposed to be hungry. She patiently explained that was head hunger and my poor, abused tummy had no idea what it really wanted.

Today's been better. Very little pain, although I sound a bit like Homer Simpson with all the belching. I still want breakfast foods something fierce have noted on the kitchen calendar exactly when I can introduce solid-er foods (scrambled eggs, t-minus twelve days).

Scott and I going on a shopping jaunt a little later today for the exercise and more jell-o and maybe a few more sippy cups. So far, so good.

Zoom zoom

Mar. 27th, 2013 10:47 am
melaniesuzanne: (tragic cherry by scatterheart)
I'm not actually feeling tragic, but I hardly ever get to use this icon. :)

All paperwork is settled. Clear liquid diet is underway and I'd maim someone for even just a cracker so I can chew something. I don't know how people who do this for weeks and weeks on end tolerate it, but I guess I'll find out soon enough. On the upside -- because I am the eternal optimist even when complaining -- I have to remove the rubber bands from my braces only when brushing my teeth... I'm having a good hair and makeup day and will have Hubbyfink snap "before" pictures tonight.

Work is actually calming down a bit, mostly because I've been hustling to tie up my projects for the week I'll be out. Bossman hasn't started panicking but I expect that to start this afternoon or tomorrow morning at the latest.

Watched "The Hobbit" when I worked from home on Monday and then again with Hubbyfink that night. Was vindicated that I did actually recognize some of the locations from LotR when the video blogs showed the location scouting. The video blogs, by the way, had nuggets of comedy gold. No spoilers, but I loved the unexpected elf action sequence towards the end. (I didn't watch any of the vlogs during production, btw.)

Soooo... that's all the news that's fit to print for the time being.


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