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.
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 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.