Lori V.
One year anniversary!
Aug 02, 2010
Today marks my one year from my sleeve revision. Time really has flown by! My sleeve and I get along just fine. I can eat normally, nothing really bothers me. My weight bounces between 161 and 165. Of course, if I would eat the right foods I would probably lose these last few pounds. I still weigh every morning, like clockwork. I start back to work on Monday, so I wont be able to snack all day. The only thing I have problems with is BM's. I never have any consistency. I either have really lose or constipated (TMI 
). I get my blood work done every three months. So far I have only had low iron, once. I am currently in a size 12 pants and large top. I really didnt lose too much in my chest, so that is a good thing. I am really happy how my back fat kinda disappeared. The only thing that I really need plastics on is my tummy, but I needed that before WLS, Hopefully one day I can get it done.
I do struggle with body dysmorphic disorder. I dont see anyone for it, but my doc recommended that I do. It is all in my head, but I think until I get my tummy fixed that it is hard to see the weight loss. Because I associate my tummy apron with being obese. I think that is the hardest thing I have to deal with.
I cannot express how happy I am with my sleeve. I have never regretted doing this for me, my kids, and my family!
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). I get my blood work done every three months. So far I have only had low iron, once. I am currently in a size 12 pants and large top. I really didnt lose too much in my chest, so that is a good thing. I am really happy how my back fat kinda disappeared. The only thing that I really need plastics on is my tummy, but I needed that before WLS, Hopefully one day I can get it done. I do struggle with body dysmorphic disorder. I dont see anyone for it, but my doc recommended that I do. It is all in my head, but I think until I get my tummy fixed that it is hard to see the weight loss. Because I associate my tummy apron with being obese. I think that is the hardest thing I have to deal with.
I cannot express how happy I am with my sleeve. I have never regretted doing this for me, my kids, and my family!
Onederland
Sep 27, 2009
I finally officially made it to my small goal of being below 200. For the second morning in a row, I have weighed 197. I wanted to celebrate by doing a little shopping; however, I found it depressing. I am in an "in-between" stage where nothing looks right or fits right. It is really depressing when I cant find shoes, they are either too small or too big. Hopefully this will pass soon. Now I am focusing on my tummy tuck. I never thought I would seriously be considering another surgery, but I can see that is will be a necessity.
Surgery and hospital stay
Aug 10, 2009
Ok, I am one week out from my surgery. I am doing better every day. Each day is getting easier. Here is a recap of my surgery and hospital stay....
Got there at 5 am. Go back to get prepped and guess what, I get a young guy and an intern to do my IV's. All is fine, I forewarn them I am a hard stick. The poor guy feels confident that he can get my vein, goes for it, and goes right through it....dumbass. Well, I sit longer, getting more and more scared every minute. Then my surgeon, his partner, and the rest of the OR team comes in. Well, the team decided to tag team me for an IV. One on each arm, one on each foot.....what the hell, you can stop now. Then my surgeon decided it would be a good idea to try my neck....hold on, what the hell! Right there I had the option of walking out of there with my sanity, but I chose to stay, in panic mode. Finally after numerous IV sticks, I cant count them....14 alone in my left arm, I am stuck. It is a done deal. Now off to the OR for the real fun.
Surgery went well, I guess, I was out. I woke up at 4:30 pm asking for my husband. That is when I get the bad news....my husband tells me they found something on my pancreas. WHAT?? I try to process what he is saying, but I can’t, too drugged up. I tell him to go home and rest. I sleep for hours more. I wake up being stuck again...leave me alone people. All night I have problems with my heart racing, only while I am awake. Really, probably because every time I am awake I am being stuck. I hear the doctor asking about my CBC, its fine. She comes over and asks if they can do an ABG. NO! I refuse. She tells me my heart rate is too fast and it could be a sign of a blood clot or a leak. NO! GO AWAY! A couple of hours later, she asks again...NO! Ok, just to confirm...you are refusing treatment. YES. I did not want to be stuck again.
Morning comes, here comes the nurse for blood. UGH, I had enough yesterday. They look around and decide to try my feet. GREAT, here we go again. They get a tube off my foot, but guess what, it clots. I go to my room, finally. My surgeon’s partner comes in and asks for an ABG. No, I say, unless you give me a sedative. No go there. Well, phenagren works like a sedative for me, so I ask for it, they give it. They finally get their ABG and a good CBC, after 2 sticks. I ask the doc about my pancreas. I had a CT scan scheduled for Thursday. They really don’t know what the lesion or mass is, but thinks it was causing my band problems. She said I probably didn’t need to lose my band, just the mass. Well, that is great news, just a little too late! I was told, don’t lose that IV we will need it. OK. I go down stairs for my BM, no leaks, but I get left out in the waiting room, on my bed for over an hour. Really people, could I not sleep some place more private.
Back up stairs I get my cath removed. YEAH! I can get up and walk. I drank some water, chocolate milk, and broth. That was the best part of my morning. I walked some more. Of course my nurse disconnected my IV for the walk. It didn’t get hooked back up for a couple of hours. It had to be flushed, which hurt like hell. Then later, same thing, disconnected to go to the bathroom and to walk a little. This time when they flushed the IV, it really, really, hurt. Then my hand swells, so large I can’t close my fingers. Then the IV is gone. This is all happening about 11 pm, long after my husband leaves. I am all alone and scared. I asked to be put on liquid pain meds b/c of the IV. I didn’t want another. Actually I didn’t know where they would put it, really. A lady came in to do it, but I refused. The night doctor comes in and again, no, he can’t give me liquid pain meds. I wanted to go home the next day and I needed to be on liquid pain meds anyway. At 2:30 am, doc comes back in w/ a lady to do an IV, NO!!!!! I freak out. I have a full blown panic attack. I basically tell her about it, all at the same time apologizing for my behavior. They tell me they will ask my doctor about liquid pain meds. They leave me alone and let me sleep. The next morning still, no pain meds. But the nurse is quick to tell me I am being discharged in a couple of hours. I ask about my pain meds, they don’t know. Nothing has been put in. WHATEVER PEOPLE, I WANT MY DOC AND I WANT TO GO HOME.
A little while longer, my surgeon’s partner and her team come in. They look at my hand, check me over, and let me know my pain meds are being ordered. I once again apologize for my behavior. I tell them I felt like I was being punished for not getting another IV. I was once again in panic mode, shaking, teeth chattering, and crying. They leave me be. I breathe. My surgeon comes by, thank goodness, pain meds are on the way, discharge orders are coming, and he understands that I don’t want another IV. He tells me we can put off the CT scan that is scheduled for the next day, until I can calm down from this whole thing. My husband arrives; he gets my stuff ready, and gets my meds. I get two doses of pain meds before being released. Thank God I get to go home!
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Got there at 5 am. Go back to get prepped and guess what, I get a young guy and an intern to do my IV's. All is fine, I forewarn them I am a hard stick. The poor guy feels confident that he can get my vein, goes for it, and goes right through it....dumbass. Well, I sit longer, getting more and more scared every minute. Then my surgeon, his partner, and the rest of the OR team comes in. Well, the team decided to tag team me for an IV. One on each arm, one on each foot.....what the hell, you can stop now. Then my surgeon decided it would be a good idea to try my neck....hold on, what the hell! Right there I had the option of walking out of there with my sanity, but I chose to stay, in panic mode. Finally after numerous IV sticks, I cant count them....14 alone in my left arm, I am stuck. It is a done deal. Now off to the OR for the real fun.
Surgery went well, I guess, I was out. I woke up at 4:30 pm asking for my husband. That is when I get the bad news....my husband tells me they found something on my pancreas. WHAT?? I try to process what he is saying, but I can’t, too drugged up. I tell him to go home and rest. I sleep for hours more. I wake up being stuck again...leave me alone people. All night I have problems with my heart racing, only while I am awake. Really, probably because every time I am awake I am being stuck. I hear the doctor asking about my CBC, its fine. She comes over and asks if they can do an ABG. NO! I refuse. She tells me my heart rate is too fast and it could be a sign of a blood clot or a leak. NO! GO AWAY! A couple of hours later, she asks again...NO! Ok, just to confirm...you are refusing treatment. YES. I did not want to be stuck again.
Morning comes, here comes the nurse for blood. UGH, I had enough yesterday. They look around and decide to try my feet. GREAT, here we go again. They get a tube off my foot, but guess what, it clots. I go to my room, finally. My surgeon’s partner comes in and asks for an ABG. No, I say, unless you give me a sedative. No go there. Well, phenagren works like a sedative for me, so I ask for it, they give it. They finally get their ABG and a good CBC, after 2 sticks. I ask the doc about my pancreas. I had a CT scan scheduled for Thursday. They really don’t know what the lesion or mass is, but thinks it was causing my band problems. She said I probably didn’t need to lose my band, just the mass. Well, that is great news, just a little too late! I was told, don’t lose that IV we will need it. OK. I go down stairs for my BM, no leaks, but I get left out in the waiting room, on my bed for over an hour. Really people, could I not sleep some place more private.
Back up stairs I get my cath removed. YEAH! I can get up and walk. I drank some water, chocolate milk, and broth. That was the best part of my morning. I walked some more. Of course my nurse disconnected my IV for the walk. It didn’t get hooked back up for a couple of hours. It had to be flushed, which hurt like hell. Then later, same thing, disconnected to go to the bathroom and to walk a little. This time when they flushed the IV, it really, really, hurt. Then my hand swells, so large I can’t close my fingers. Then the IV is gone. This is all happening about 11 pm, long after my husband leaves. I am all alone and scared. I asked to be put on liquid pain meds b/c of the IV. I didn’t want another. Actually I didn’t know where they would put it, really. A lady came in to do it, but I refused. The night doctor comes in and again, no, he can’t give me liquid pain meds. I wanted to go home the next day and I needed to be on liquid pain meds anyway. At 2:30 am, doc comes back in w/ a lady to do an IV, NO!!!!! I freak out. I have a full blown panic attack. I basically tell her about it, all at the same time apologizing for my behavior. They tell me they will ask my doctor about liquid pain meds. They leave me alone and let me sleep. The next morning still, no pain meds. But the nurse is quick to tell me I am being discharged in a couple of hours. I ask about my pain meds, they don’t know. Nothing has been put in. WHATEVER PEOPLE, I WANT MY DOC AND I WANT TO GO HOME.
A little while longer, my surgeon’s partner and her team come in. They look at my hand, check me over, and let me know my pain meds are being ordered. I once again apologize for my behavior. I tell them I felt like I was being punished for not getting another IV. I was once again in panic mode, shaking, teeth chattering, and crying. They leave me be. I breathe. My surgeon comes by, thank goodness, pain meds are on the way, discharge orders are coming, and he understands that I don’t want another IV. He tells me we can put off the CT scan that is scheduled for the next day, until I can calm down from this whole thing. My husband arrives; he gets my stuff ready, and gets my meds. I get two doses of pain meds before being released. Thank God I get to go home!
My first fill
Jul 01, 2008
I had my first fil today. My doctor added 1 cc to my band and I have to go back in a month to get another fill. Hopefully this fill will help my weight loss pick up again. I was pretty apprehensive about getting the fill, just because I am scared of needles. But overall, it wasn't too bad. 
About Me
Fort Belvoir, VA
Location
29.9
BMI
Surgery
08/03/2009
Surgery Date
Apr 14, 2008
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