Well..

May 08, 2009

I haven't written in a long time. I've had so much to say, but I've been keeping it locked up inside. I'm not sure why, because keeping it inside is really unhealthy. People say that right now I'm in a "dark and angry" place and it's true, I won't deny it. My doctor put me on anti-depressants in mid-January when my mom took a fall while I was just beginning to truly recover from my surgery. I was just beginning to deal with her tumor situation and I couldn't handle things anymore. I took a bottle of my pills and held them in my hand. My doctor called and asked how I was and I told her the truth. She prescribed me the meds and I've been on them since. I tried therapy but my therapist was just as messed up as me (dude, she cried in one session talking about getting divorced - not exactly professional!).

I am miserable with my body. Everyone says I'm beautiful, I look wonderful, yadda yadda. But they don't have to look in the mirror every day. Some times I just sit and stare in the mirror. I look at what I hate about my body - pretty much everything. About the "list" the doctor had me make during my consult and if I should've put  my wants in a different order. Would I feel better about myself today? No one has these answers, that's for sure, but that doesn't mean I don't, and won't, sit and think about it. I went for my 6 month consult the other day and we're going to do 4 more procedures. 3 in-office lipos on the thighs and then next year I'll have the thigh and arm lift done in the OR. Then, hopefully, I'll finally be done. It just sucks because I planned on being done before the cruise, before my cousin's wedding, before my birthday ... but I guess I will just deal with things as they come. It also sucks because that means that I have to stay here for about another year. I'm going crazy living here.

On top of all of this, I've got more health issues coming at me. One may be WLS related (not complication-type, but a result of losing all the weight) and one that definitely is not. My personal life is a horrible mess and let's not even get started on my work lfie. I don't get to the gym, I don't work out, I don't jog, I don't do anything. I pretty much just eat my emotions and sleep. Yah, I'm a walking example of a great WLS patient.

On that note, I need to go to work.
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Little Bit of a breakdown

Dec 20, 2008

Last night, it finally happened.

I bought some clothes on sale earlier this week and last night I decided to try them on. It's coming up on the time to start venturing into the real world and I should be going back to work soon so I thought I'd give it a try. I also was able to wear my first real shirt yesterday so I figured hey, let's try to be normal. I put on the dress I wanted to wear on New Years (if we went out) and the second I put it on, I totally shut down. My top doesn't match my bottom. AT ALL. Everything is fine and then I have these huge hips and thighs. And not in a subtle way. They are massive. I tried to keep it in because my mom was with me but she could tell. Then I tried on this cute shirt that had short sleeves to see how my arms really looked and it made me really sad because as much progress as we've made, it isn't enough. I will need the lift in the end. So I just took everything off, put them back in the bags, and decided to try on my jeans. All my jeans I thought would fit post-operative, still didn't fit. I threw them all in the donation bag (maybe a little irrational, but they will never fit with these thighs. So there will be some nicely dressed less fortunate people .. I'm talking Banana Republic and NY&Co jeans with the tags on them!!!). Then I cleaned out my closet from top to bottom. There wasn't much left in the end. Afterwards, it was supposed to be time for my mom to change my bandages but she was downstairs or something so I just got ready for bed. She came in and didn't bother me about it and just left me alone. I watched TV for a bit and then I just lost it. I mean full on snot-running crying hysterical. My mom heard me and came in and held my hand while I cried. She agreed with me that my thighs and hips were pretty bad and that we should come up with a plan. I cried that I'm trying to be grateful for how far I've come but I just can't be when I'm still wearing the same pants as the day I went in for the plastic surgery.

So after we cried together for a while, we came up with a plan. I'm going to buy into long-term disability and save up for the next procedures I want. It will probably be 2-3 years or so. I won't be 100% happy with myself until then but that's ok. It's a long, long road, and I'm just getting in the car. It's not going to be the path I thought it would be, but so what. We all have challenges to face, and mine is just going to be a little different than I thought.

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Several updates in one

Dec 06, 2008

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Scary times
Current mood: tired
Category: Life

 

This has been the scariest part of my journey. It's been frustrating, painful, scary, painful, and scary. Did I mention painful and scary? The last two nights have been horrible. I haven't slept, I've cried a lot, I almost called my doctor at 11 PM last night. Let me explain.

My infections went away. That's great. Once they went away, I started having some issues with  my breasts. I had a lift, and the stitches are underneath the breast and pretty much anytime you move, the stitches move. They can open, and mine did (well, the left side). It had green goopy goo (as I maturely call it, LOL) coming out of it, yet oddly, didn't hurt. The doctor said it was normal and happens because of the placement of the stitches. Well, then oddly, the right one started hurting, even though nothing was open. So I went to the doctor this past week and I told the doctor about the pain so he opened it up on purpose to make it heal quicker. Well, that pain has been even worse since. Two days ago, the binder (goes around the stomach but also touches the breasts and hips) wound up rubbing against the breasts a bit too much and caused the right breast to bleed through 3 gauze, the bra and to the binder. Then yesterday, it got so bad I couldn't take a deep breath or yawn without it hurting. So mom and I came up with the idea to fold down the binder so it wouldn't touch the breasts (this is not a good thing for the stomach or bra area, but I gotta pick my battles). It got to the point where I couldn't move my right arm and cried all night long.

I've had a lot of talks with my mom about if I did the right thing. Of course now, there's no going back, but still ... what if my breasts don't heal right? I also had a talk with the doctor about my thighs, because I HATE them. They don't match! I have these big thighs and a small top. I had these dreams of being a 6 or 8, which my stomach is, but I can't get them over my thighs. It's miserable. :( Anyway, he talked to me about the different procedures and they just are really unsafe - he won't even do them unless it's a very drastic case. The procedures are just like the breast, only more likely to be infected and cause blood clots because you don't want to move/walk, etc. There is a new trial procedure coming out with a laser, but all that does is get rid of the fat, so it leaves loose skin. So I think I've decided to just deal with the bad thighs and just work out as much as possible.

I love my doctor. He could be getting so much money from people, and he is putting people's health first. When I wanted to do my arms as a lift instead of lipo, he sat with me for over 30 minutes going over pictures, stats, recovery information, etc. And ultimately, it came down to him wanting me to have the safest recovery and operation. I can ask him anything I want, no matter how stupid the question is. He makes me feel like a supermodel, even though I currently look like Frankenstein. He comes in at every visit, not just a nurse. I feel so safe when I go to the doctor. It's kind of far and annoying to go every week, but I look forward to it. Honestly.

Another hard part about this recovery is the sleeping. The first 3 weeks I slept in a recliner, which I hated because I cannot sleep sitting up (or on an angle). I'm a bed girl the whole way. I'm not only a bed girl, but I'm a side and stomach sleeper. After my WLS operations, I was on my side after 1-2 weeks. I just had to. So I finally got into my bed, but it's so uncomfortable. My mom has set it up almost like a hospital bed, but it's not MY bed. I miss sleeping on my side, and I can't get up on my own. My mom has to lift me up and slowly push me down. And with the breast situation, who knows when I'll be able to be on my side or stomach. :(

I guess I'm writing this for me and for all of those out there who are getting ready for their plastics. It's a VERY serious undertaking. Please don't take it lightly. It's so much harder than you think. Don't take on too much at once. I did three things and I don't plan on doing any more. Manage your pain meds in a smart way. Don't take a pill just because your pinky hurts (okay, I know that's exagerating, but you know what I'm saying...). I've learned how to manage my meds in a smart way and I'm hoping to be off the pain meds completely by the end of next week. The information says that you should be on the pain meds for about 2 weeks for each operation and I did 3 at once. So it's triple the pain, triple the time (yes, I checked this with my doctor).

But the most important thing is .. listen to your doctor. If he tells you to hop on one leg, pat your head with one hand and rub your stomach with the other - do it. They're the doctors for a reason. And research your doctor, too. I got lucky that mine works in conjunction with the weightloss center where I had my WLS, but not everyone is that lucky. And try to go to a reconstructive surgeon, not a cosmetic/plastic surgeon.

Okay, I think those are my thoughts for now. I feel better.

On Tuesday I interview for the job I gave up to have this operation. I pray that I get it. Then I pray that I'm all better by the time it starts!

 

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Some thoughts
Current mood: sad

 

I've had so many thoughts through my head today. They say 2 weeks after the surgery depression hits. I guess mine hit a bit early because I'm not recovering the way I want (or expected?) and the infections and such. I feel like I'm way behind in my recovery. Why can't I walk normally yet? Why do my arms and boobs throb constantly? Why did my friend, who had the exact same 3 procedures, get back to work in 2 weeks, while I'm still just sitting and watching TV all day? I know everyone heals differently but I'm just sad about it.

Tomorrow I have a checkup for the infections. I have to go 2 times a week right now. Yuck. 4 weeks left of being bandaged 24/7 and being taken care of and having to have someone help me dress and pee and shower me. 4 more weeks until I'm me again.....

 

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Of course...
Current mood: sick
Category: Life

 

Only I would develop 3 post-op infections at once. Don't worry, they're not life-threatening. I developed an infection in my new belly button because I wasn't cleaning it properly (I didn't know what was the button, what was my skin, what was the scar, etc....but I know now!), and then I developed two kinds of yeast infections from the overload of antibiotics. One is the normal kind and the other kind is a flesh eating kind. Yes, flesh eating yeast infection. I'm already on a round of medications for all of it and after only 3 treatments, they are all doing much better. But still - EW.

On the plus side, the doctor says everything is healing beautifully and (DRUMROLL PLEASE.................) I've lost 23 pounds!!!! My goal weight might actually be attainable now. For the first time, I'm in the 100s. I'm proud to say, I weigh 187 pounds. He also says more will come off as the body releases more fluid (which is why I pee every 4 hours). My appetite has completely gone away. I maybe eat 2 of my 4 oz and actually do drink my fluids. Imagine if I do hit my goal??? My BMI is now 30.1 ... and 29.9 moves me into "overweight" from "obese." I might just shit my pants when that happens. As my nephew says, "HO-LY-COWWWWW!!!"

But PS ... I hate my thighs. They don't match the rest of my body now! EW..... maybe next year when I finish my arms I'll do the thighs. Who knows.....

Time to get out of the chair. My butt hurts. I have to move every few minutes. Yucko!

 

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Wowww

The day of the surgery, I weighed 205ish. The week before, I weighed 210. Today, I weigh 189. I just can't believe it. This is without any exercise and only drinking half my liquids. I just can't believe I'm in the 100's! Tomorrow the stitches come out and the nurse says I'll feel MUCH better after. Hopefully, because it's still pretty painful!

 

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Another update
Current mood: pissed off

 

The drains came out today. YAY. I feel so much better without them in.

My first shower was horrible and painful (I have to be rebandaged after and that was the painful part) and I'm not sure how often I wanna do it.

My body is progressing nicely. The pain is still pretty intense sometimes though.

Oh and they took 6.5 pounds of fat off my body during the surgery. WOW.

 

Sunday, November 09, 2008

Quick Update

Just a quick update since I'm blogging from my phone.

Surgery went well. Doc sent me home with a catheder because I wasn't putting enough out. The pain is the most intense I've ever experienced, although I have a theory it's more the binding than anything. I have 4 drains that will come out Wednesday. The catheder came out at my day after checkup where I saw my body. HOLY SHIZA. It was amazing. I think my boobs are my favorite part, no joke.

Today I will take my first shower and see a full length body shot.

And as much as I swore I wouldn't use them, the pain pills are necessary.

That's it for now!

 

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Today is the day. :/
Current mood: scared
Category: Life

 

Well it's less than 30 minutes until I leave for the hospital and less than 2 hours until I start my surgery.

Yes, I'm freaking the hell out and even at 11 PM last night was doubting myself.

There's so many reasons to the doubts. The timing is all wrong for my family (although right for me). It's expensive and my family could use the money. It could've possibly cost me a wonderful new job (which would've come with a great raise to help my family pay the bills that are coming from my mom's hospital stay). Possibly even cost me someone special. Maybe it's even deeper than that. Maybe it's the fact that when my "double roll" isn't there anymore, and that insecurity goes away, I finally have to live and I won't have anymore excuses? Yes, this is only part 1 of the surgeries and I won't be 100% done, but I will be closer to what I've been working for for the last nearly 3 years.

A lot of my reasons are about helping my family and everyone tells me I need to be selfish. I've been putting everyone first for ... well, pretty much forever, but especially in the last 6 weeks. I've had to make really hard choices and this is just another one and whatever results from it, so be it. I have to worry about me. But that's not who I am, and anyone who knows me, knows that I rarely put myself first.

:SIGH:

This is not a good mindset to have 1 hr 45 minutes before going in to the surgery. I'm sure I will feel better when it's all said and done. Hopefully I'll still get that job in a few weeks and I won't have TOO many regrets ......

Oh, and just a heads up to all that will go through this in the future ... if your doctor tells you to use Magnisium Citrate to "cleanse your system" do not take it (it's carbonated, duh!). Milk of Magnesia works perfectly.

Time to go ..... see ya on the other side .....

 

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Pre-op stuff...
Current mood: worried
Category: Life

 

So today I started my pre-op stuff. These 5 little under-the-tongue thingies that help prevent swelling and bruising. It was scary and made it real I guess. Tomorrow I do my "cleansing." Can you believe they wanted me to take something carbonated? I haven't had an ounce of carbonation in 3 years. I asked 2 other doctors for suggestions and we settled on Ex-Lax. Over the counter, pill form, and gets the same result.

I spent a good portion of the morning getting information about a recovery center. It's not that expensive, and even possibly covered by insurance (after an initial cost of $500). But you know what ... we have dealt with so much ... we got through my mom's brain tumor. I can deal with this. We may call my mom's home health nurse to help if we need, but I'll manage my pain meds, and I've already figured a way to get myself out of the chair. A few friends have volunteered to stay during the days while my dad is gone and maybe I can even get a few to stay over. We'll see what happens.

I had my one year check up at the WLS. Officially, I've lost 21 pounds since my last check up there, which was when I was 3 months out, so ... 9 months ago. So that's a little bit more than 2.3 pounds per month that I've lost. It was more than that until my mom got sick (I've gained 7 pounds since my mom's ordeal started). I hear the tummy tuck is awesome for making you lose your appetite. Yay. :)

No turning back now ......


Approval

Sep 19, 2008

I was approved for the surgery. On November 6th I will have a tummy tuck, breast lift and lipo of the arms (to prepare for the arm lift down the road) with a tiny bit of lipo of the back and flanks. I still can't believe it. I'm also financed already. This is the beginning of the next chapter!!

Almost there?

Sep 11, 2008

On Monday I'm going to two consults for my plastic surgery. I need to be done. I am comfortable with myself. I like having curves. What I hate is the flapping arms, the rubbing thighs, the muffin top, the itching, etc. I don't want to be a size 2, and I was always told I'd be a size 10. Well, I can wear a size 10, so let's be done.

Cross your fingers!

Loves it.

Jun 11, 2008

I love exercising. Seriously.I never thought I would say that. But my nightly jog is my favorite part of my day now. I throw on my iPod, put on my "angry" song on repeat, and I'm good to go. Today I reached a huge milestone .. I actually jogged almost the entire way. Usually I walk/jog/walk/jog. Today it was walk/joggggggggg/walk. It felt amazing. When my legs starting to burn a little I headed back into the apartment and I was like no way, I'm going back to jog more and bet your ass I did.

You know what I love the most about this? That I'm doing it for myself. No one else besides myself. I want to fit in that dress. I want to lose the weight to hit goal before I leave. There's no boy involved. There's no pressure. Like my keychain says .. IT'S ALL ABOUT ME.

I'm even making better food choices. When I knew I wouldn't be able to get lunch today, I stopped at the gas station and got two Special K bars and some crackers. I could've done fast food or chips or whatever. But I made the right choice. Woohoo. :) I'm proud of myself. There. I said it.

T-minus 11 days until dress day!!

And on the job front, I'm beginning to prepare for the next chapter of my career and I'm going to be talking to a mentor-type person at the bank to see if it will be a good fit for me or if there will be positions open at the end of the transition. It's such an awesome job opportunity and I hope it works out. :Crossing my fingers!!!:


Getting serious.

May 01, 2008

**Warning: This blog is going to be very serious, personal and could get quite in detail about my body. If you don't want to know, don't read. END OF WARNING.**

My AIM is off. My AOL is off. I'm fresh out of the shower and I'm angry. I'm sad. I'm empowered. I'm in tears. My iPod is on the highest volume and I swear my ears are bleeding because the music is so loud. I can literally feel the pounding in my head. My eye is twitching. My heart is racing.

And it's all because of me.
I have failed myself.
I have no one to blame for my current state besides me.

I cannot blame my job or the business dinners or the traveling. I make my own decisions. I choose what I eat and drink.

So what set this off?

It's been building up inside of me now for a while, but it really started a few weeks ago when my mom had her bladder lift for her incontinence. I have incontinence, too. Always have. Everyone swore it would get better, or go away completely, after the WLS. Only they were wrong. It's gotten worse. Some days I swear I go through two pads. I used to be able to wear cute undies but now, I dare to dream of the day. I've decided to get the bladder lift when I get my plastics done, which leads me to what REALLY set me off ...

With the loss of so much weight, the excess skin is horrible. I've got horrible genetics. My great-grandmother was a size 2 her entire life and had bat wings. I was doomed from the beginning. And mine are so bad right now. I will never show my arms. I don't even wear t-shirts anymore .. there always has to be a quarter- or long-sleeve shirt underneath it. So I guess it's good that I'm not spending the summer in Vegas. I won't even be considered for plastics until my weight is stable for 6 months. That's GOAL weight, not plateaued weight, or the weight that I'll consider settling for because I've stopped trying. My goal weight is 150-160, so I have about 50ish pounds left.

So what set me off? It sets me off every day. I wince. It's THAT SOUND. The sound of my excess skin hitting my body. Of having to tuck in "the apron" so it doesn't rub against other body parts. Of having to try new deodorants because the excess skin caused me to get bad body odor. The fact that I will not have a man touch me until I'm post-plastics. That I've given up my dream up having children because of this ordeal. That I nearly died and yet I have given up.

What I don't get is why I've given up. Why can't I see the finish line anymore? It used to seem so close to me, yet now, I can't see it. It seems like it's far far far away, so unreachable. I had a plan this week, and I kinda stuck to it. But I made excuses ... if I bought healthy snacks, it'd be ok to snack. Whereas before, there were ZERO snacks in my house. (I now went and threw out all snacks.)

Let's recap. I nearly died to get where I am. I had 5 surgeries. I put my life on pause for nearly a year. I lost pretty much all my friends. I gave up my independence. I nearly lost my job. And now, I'm ruining all I've done and I have no idea why.

I live in this amazing new place where I got that new start I wanted. There's this fabulous gym two buildings away and I've gone once. I sit at home and watch TV. I don't go out. I just work and worry that I won't fit into that pretty red dress that doesn't zip up currently.

Sidenote: I'm realizing at this moment how much I miss blogging. It really makes me feel a lot better.

Back to the subject at hand. I like that I don't have a scale here. They have one at the gym, but I didn't go on it.

So here's my goal: I'm going to go to the gym every day this weekend. Friday, Saturday and Sunday. It's open 24 hours a day. No excuses. Plus, if I'm the only person in there, I can control the TV. And hey, if it's a nice enough day out, I can just walk around the place. If I'm too tired to work out during the week, I have no excuse for the weekends, right? I've gotten better this week at my food choices, even finding my breakfast foods and drinking my juice again. Water is still iffy, but I'm trying. I bought my scale and started weighing my dinner again. Lunch .. well, that's up in the air but the last 3 days I made good choices. Soup/Salad, a low-fat subway, and salad. I could've gone a bad route, but I didn't.

I NEED TO DO THIS. I have 7 months to work on me. No one is sabotaging me. This is me time. No boys. No parents. JUST ME.

Wow. I feel so much better.


An update.

Jan 09, 2008

Here I sit, bawling my f*cking eyes out.

Guess where I get to go on Thursday? The hospital. For a scope. Apparently, all my symptoms lead my doc to believe that my pouch is too small so they are going to look at it. Apparently this happens to 6% of RNY patients. We've already determined anything bad will happen to me.

And I'm freakin the f*ck out.

Time 5 going under in 7 months.

Yes, it's a different type of anesthesia but I don't care. It doesn't make me feel better. I've been shaking for over an hour and can't stop.

We used to think it was funny going to the hospital and seeing all the nurses and staff. Now, it's just not funny and scary. I'm on vacation. And seriously thinking of calling for a few weeks of disability.

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Back to life.

Dec 02, 2007

Well today is my first day back to work in nearly 6 months. 3 surgeries, an endoscopy, dozens of x-rays, blood tests, 20 pounds gained, 30 lost and a whole new me later .... here I go. I'm nervous but I think I can handle it .. I HOPE I can handle it. 

Yesterday I was able to drink water without feeling sick. That was great improvement. I drank more water yesterday than I had in all previous weeks combined. It was glorious. I'm dying of thirst right now but I'm also eating breakfast so I can't drink. I'm just thankful this all happened in the winter, otherwise I'd probably have been in the hospital week 1.

Time to finish my breakfast and get ready for day 1 back in the real world.

Home and ok.

Nov 01, 2007

The surgery went well. Since they took out the scar tissue back in July when they replaced the first band, and cleaned up any other things during the complete removal in the last surgery, they didn't have to deal with it during this one.

I had my two favorite night nurses - Raquel and Dakon - who always make my stay there great. My day nurses remembered me, too (yay for Gus and Jackie). I slept for the first 4 hours and didn't remember much, other than Terra came to visit. I was only allowed ice chips so I didn't have to worry about dinner. Since I was pretty out of it, mom and grandma left at around 8. I slept until 10 and then "WOKE UP." Ya'll know .. the big wake up, when you can actually function. I had issues going to the bathroom and Dakon said I might be catheterized, but as a last resort. I woke up every two hours to walk and have some ice chips, and finally at 2 I was able to get a little bit out. Dakon said that was enough to make him happy and it should be ok after that. At this point he also took away my pain pump and the IV. At 530 I woke up for the day pretty much. The surgeon that assisted came and said that I would have to stay through breakfast and lunch, and as long as I wasn't feeling naseaus, I could go home. Well, breakfast was pretty nasty and I felt sick. They fed us honey-thickened apple juice and honey-thickened chicken broth. EW. I was allowed water at this point so I drank a lot. Mom came and we waited for lunch and discharge. Lunch made me almost puke and I got all flehmy (honey-thickened grape juice and honey-thickened beef broth). Then all the sudden I had sharp pains in my body so I got some pain meds and took a nap. The doctor came in, cleared me for discharge and Gus and Jackie came and took out the IV and whatever that ball thingy is called.

Now I'm home and it's time to lay down.


About Me
Las Vegas, NV
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BMI
RNY
Surgery
10/30/2007
Surgery Date
Mar 02, 2006
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