Oh What A Night-Day 3

My night was horrible. I cried. Felt a little sorry for myself.


We have a waterbed (not for much longer...we just ordered a Sleep By Number bed off QVC), which is really high and hard to get out of on a regular day. So I made a bed on my couch. Well, around midnight I woke up with back and shoulder pain...so I thought it was gas. So I tried to make the pillows into a recliner...and tried to sleep upright. Around 4 I woke up and I just hurt. Back, shoulder, butt, stomach, leg, etc.


I cried on Tracey's shoulder. I took my Gas-X strips, took the nasty liquid Loritab, and waddled to the waterbed. Tracey helped me up. It felt so good to lay down. I fell asleep.


So now I am up, showered, feeling better. I am going to go for a walk outside and come back and try to drink a protein shake.


Here is a pic of my incisions. They are still covered with the tape. My Doc said the stitches are on the inside. The big one towards the top is my port!

Day 2

Hello everyone. Here is a picture of my first meal. Yum Yum.



One ounce jello. Lemon jello...it could have only been worse if it was LIME jello. And one ounce of grape juice. I didnt drink the grape juice. It didn't taste like any grape juice I have ever had.


I couldn't sleep in the hospital last night. My IV machine was so loud. I may have gotten one hour of sleep total. I was up walking around at 2am. They let me go home this morning around 11am.


I am still not hungy. I did get a protein shake down though, and had some broth for dinner. I am working on a bottle of water. I am going to call the nutritionist tomorrow bc I dont know if I am supposed to force myself to eat if I am not hungry.


I took a shower. I will try and post a pic of my stomach tomorrow! Pretty! I am a little more stiff today. Still not much gas...just achey around my port. I slept this afternoon for three hours straight and I loved it! Here are some pics from pre-op! Keep sharing with me with your comments!

Lap Band--Check, New Life--Check!

Hello everyone! I am at the hospital and officially post-op! We got here this morning at 7:45 and got in my sexy gown, even sexier circulation socks, and the sexiest circulation boots. They made me pee to make sure I am not pregnant...that was fun. Not only did I not have much pee, but the bathroom stall was so narrow it was hard to sit and get that cup in place. I had to do some Matrix stuff to get that done.

I was wheeled up to the surgery preop I guess you could call it around 9:00. Everyone came to ask me the same questions...dentures? Pacemaker? do I own a pony? Then they took me to the operating room. The anasteshia (cant spell it) took ten minutes to work. It was supposed to do that. But they strapped my arms down, my nose itched, and I started to think how if someone was having surgery for something that was serious and had a higher death rate...how scary that would be...I was pretty scared.

I woke up somewhere else, thought I couldnt breathe. So far, that has been my least favorite part of the whole experience...the anasteshia (still cant spell it) wearing off. It took about 2 hours. After that wore off, I was in my room and asked if I could get up to walk. Didnt use the pain meds. My butt was hurting from the wonderful hospital bed though. I have a little gas I think around my left rib. I've been burping. I will probably push my pain button once I crawl back in bed for the night.

I went to put my belly button ring back in and dropped the damn thing under the bed. I'm gonna have to ask the nurse to get it for me. I have been putting her to work today! I set my iv machine off twice by moving my wrist the wrong way!

My boobs get stuck to my body bc of all the stuff they put on my belly. That's fun peeling them off every so often. Imagine sweaty thighs and a hot leather car seat.

My boyfriend was a trooper. He hates to sit, but lasted all day. I sent him home around 5. Once I get some underwear on I will take pictures of the incisions...although they have little bandaids on them.

my nurse just came, so i should go for now! she found my belly button ring!

The Last Night

My TO DO list for the evening looks a little something like this:

1. Pack. I am taking my Eeyore pj pants my mom bought me for Christmas. I usually don't believe in adults wearing cartoon characters, but it was A) from my mom and B) they are SO comfy. Thank you Walmart. I am also taking a tank top and sports bra. They said sports bra...but I actually think its harder to get on than my regular bra...but whatever. And then all then normal toiletry stuff. I am also taking my laptop and camera so I can update from the hospital!

2. Shave. I think I will do a Level 3 shave tonight since I will be getting a catheter! See the shaving levels below.

• Level 1: This shave is can also be referred to as the "capri" shave. It's when I only need to shave up to my knee.
• Level 2: Swimsuit shave. Total Leg, armpits, bikini line, etc.
• Level 3: Sex Shave. This is the whole body. Well...practically. Think Brazil. wink wink

3. Pluck Eyebrows.

4. Pluck Face. About 8 years ago I noticed a few hairs on my chin. It's gotten worse. I am still rather mortified about it...bc I'm not an old lady. However, I asked my dermatologist about it and she said there is a correlation between being overweight and facial hair. Hormones or something. This is one of the things I hope decreases as I lose weight Otherwise I better start saving up for laser.

5. Slow dance with Tracey. On our feet and otherwise :) I don't know how long I will be out of commission.

6. Clean the litter box.

7. Drink butt loads of water. Or should I say bladder loads. hahahaha...This way they can find my vein tomorrow.

I have my surgery tomorrow at 9:45. There is one lady before me. Juanita. I met her in my classes. I told her not to give him any trouble on the table. My surgery should last an hour. I will go home the next day. And be back to work on Monday!

Commercials, Hamburgers, & Other Things That Go Bump In the Night

Have you ever noticed how many commercials deal with food? I'm sure you have! But have your REALLY noticed? When I don't have something DVR'd, I am forced to watch commercials. And now that I am on a diet of water, jello, and broth...it seems like every commercial is about food.


Did you know that Whataburger came out with a Double Patty Melt. I don't even like Whataburger and when I see the commercial...you would think that it was my favorite restaurant.

Have you seen the Red Lobster commercial? I hate seafood. But I might stick my tongue in the cup of butter they serve with lobster.

Tracey let me suck the salt off of his pretzel last night. A pretzel stick. I really wanted to accidentally bite down on it...just to be able to crunch on something.

I heard my stomach rumble last night. Didn't know what that was at first. I can't tell you last time I heard that noise! lol


My boyfriend, bless his heart...weighs about 153 pounds. He asked me if I wanted him to eat in the garage last night. I said no. He is supportive of my choice, excited for me to be healthier. He loves me as I am. He thinks I am sexy. I swear he does and I can't figure it out. But I'll take it! When someone has never struggled with their weight though, I dont think they can really understand. He has sympathy, but not empathy. I think that's why so many people flock to the Forums online. It helps to find people that REALLY understand.


I will leave you with a picture. This is us after getting caught in a rainstrom waiting to see Sugarland.

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

People ask me if I am excited. I am excited. BUT....

It's really hard to imagine myself thin. I know I will lose weight with the band. And I am committed to it. But, I've never been thin. In my adult life I've never been less than a size 20. In junior high I was a size 14/16...but only briefly. So I am excited. I just am cautious. I don't know what to expect.

Some pics to Share

This Is Fall '08

This is this Summer. And it's one of the BAD pics.

And this is will be my before pics. 327 pounds. The swimsuit pics are hard for me to look at because, like I've said...that's not how I picture myself.