Big things happened yesterday.
It was fill day! Yippeeee. Yippeeee because I of course got to see Dr. Friedman who is looking great! He is doing well and on a good track. It made me feel so much better. He told me he wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon.
He better not be lying to me. Because I will kick his ass. Gently.
He told me he hadn't read my blog in awhile...that the last time he read it "I had started dating a woman".
So we chatted for awhile, caught up, laughed like school girls. I told him everything I have been eating. He told me he didnt believe me, because I hadnt gained any weight.
I told him I was for-realz. And that I was only being saved by working out. But just barely.
So he said, "Okay, I will give you a .5cc fill."
I just stared at him. With big doe eyes, blinking.
And he said "You want more. I will give you more if you think you need it. You know your band".
So I got 1cc.
And I hope I don't regret it. I ate the Creamy Chicken Divan Soup that I posted about yesterday. I ate close to 2 cups, nice and slow. No problem.
But about 30 minutes into my sleep...my stomach acid started coming back up into my mouth. In all my years of being banded (that sounded fun), I have never had heartburn. Never. In fact, I am not sure I have ever had heartburn in my life. But it was gross. I would fall asleep and wake up as it literally gushed into my mouth. I would swallow it back down and try to sleep again. I would say this happened about ever 10 minutes. I was a little panicky. Heather was scared I was going to drown.
By 3 am I decided I would try to sleep on the recliner. And for two hours, I slept...no stomach acid.
This morning I ate a can of cream of chicken soup. It took me about 30 minutes, but it was just fine.
So I am still feeling out the fill. I feel like I am a baby bandster again. I am a little afraid to eat something solid. But I might give it a try later.
I shall keep you posted my friends!
OH...I forgot to tell you that while I was at the doctors office, I got to speak to two potential bandsters. Of course I pulled my shirt up for them, let them feel my port. I am excited for them!
OH, ONE MORE THING. SO, I know some of you have been so tight that you had the reflux. Can someone explain to me what our band being too tight has to do with that?