Gracious Me

Look.  Here is the deal.  I apologize for not posting for the last two months, but it just so happens that I was sailing in the Black Sea and a group of Bosnia pirates boarded our ship and took me hostage and there was no Wi-Fi in the holding cell.

OKAY FINE.  I just made all of that up.  Why are you interrogating me?

What has really happened since my last post, the day before Valentines Day...where I put that perhaps my fill was too much...is...well it IS too much.  Here's the skinny.

It's been 3 weeks from this coming Wednesday since my fill.  I have had reflux a majority of the nights.  Sometimes it just lasts a few hours after I fall asleep, sometimes...like last night...it last ALL NIGHT.  When its really bad, I fall asleep, the acid shoots up and fills my mouth, and I feel like I am drowning.  I sit straight up in bed, coughing, gasping for hair.  Heather starts to rub my back, rub my chest, hold me...anything bc it makes her feel terrible (I love her).  Then I feel terrible for waking her up.  Last night was the worst so far, my throat is sore, my ears ache. 

BUT, before you start lecturing me, I did call my doctor's office last Monday to get in for an appointment for an unfill, but then I realized I would have to pay my $45 copay...and I don't have $45 for a co-pay...so I called back and said I would see if it got better.  Well, when I called today...the wonderful Mrs. Bettie answered and said "you just can't stand it can you?"  And I said "I admit defeat!  I am always preaching that you can't abuse your band and not expect anything bad to happen".  So I am going in for an unfill on Wednesday.

If there was no acid reflux at night, I probably wouldn't go in.  Although I will tell you guys, I no longer like being so restricted.  I enjoy that fact that I am never physically hungry, and right now at this point, each bite of solid food I take causes a pain in my chest so I dont really even want to eat....but I don't enjoy not being able to ENJOY my food or meals.  Eating out is awkward again bc it takes so long and I have to be super super careful with food choices.  Which is fine when I am with Heather, but a little weird depending on who we are dining with.  I don't want to give anyone the impression when we are eating with them that having a band means a)being in pain, b)being miserable c)always worrying about throwing up.  Because with proper restriction for me, I am NOT in pain, not miserable, and dont have to worry about throwing up (as much as I worry about it right now).

So there you have it.  AND...it's not even like I am loosing weight.  I weighed in at 170.2 this morning. SO...some of it needs to come out. 

It's settled.

So the long and short of it is....I havent blogged bc I know as good friends you would have lectured me, and told me I know better.

So I was avoiding!

Other than that, Bubba (our white bulldog) jumped on my dog Shelby (old pappy) and ripped a hole in his face Saturday night.  Its very deep.  I cried and cried.  Took him to the vet for an emergency visit yesterday morning...and they pumped him full of antibiotics and I have to bring him back tomorrow to see if he needs surgery.

Heather and I are doing well of course.  We went shopping last Saturday.  This was what I said I wanted for Valentines Day.  A day of shopping where I could spend my money without lectures on how I should be saving it.  (although in hindsight...saving $45 would have come in handy).  So I bought some new clothes I needed desperately for work, and some other fun stuff.

Heather's brother and his new lady friend came down this weekend and we went disc golfing.  On the course, they have a workout area...so we played around. 

 Heather, Corbin, Ashley

 My girl doing a pull-up.  Who smiles when doing a pull-up.  My face usually looks like I am making a grumpy...if you know what I mean.

And this is a shot of me.  Do you remember in elementary school when you would do this, and fling your body round and round, twirling on the pull-up bar?  Well, I thought I would do that now.  Turns out that #1.  Yes...I can do it.  But #2.  Twirling 170 pounds, anchored only by the back of your knee...hurts like a son of a bitch!  Sweet pearl necklace, I am bruised and have blood blisters on the back of my knee.  It's pretty awesome.  But at least for a few mere moments, I looked like a damn gymnast.

And that's what matters in life. 
You know what else matters in life?  Not getting your picture taken upside down and looking like this...

I look like a Lorax

But this one...this one I like...bc I look Happy.