Yesterday (I'm writing this a day late) I had my first fill. This was an interesting experience. Now, some of you may be trepidatious of needles. I, fortunately, am not. In my first career I was a dental assistant, so I am okay with bodily fluids and needles. However, I am not okay with seeing my own blood.

So, overall, the appointment went well. I weighed in, laid down, and my surgeon requested his syringe o saline. He felt around for my port and asked me to sit up slightly (like doing a crunch), sprayed me with topical anesthetic, and pushed his syringe into my abdomen. This was all fine. What was not fine was that I looked at his face. More specifically, his glasses. More truthfully, the reflection of my abdomen, his syringe, and my blood in his glasses. Oh, joy. So I left with 3cc more saline (making 8cc total in a 10cc band) in my band and a slight case of nausea.

Things I did not expect, aside from seeing my blood:

A. that he would put in 3cc. I thought surgeons only put in 1cc at a time. I'm not complaining, as I felt I was able to eat far too much food prior to the fill, but I was surprised.

B. that I would have to go back on clears for 5 days. Seriously? You let me experience the wonderful world of food again and then you savagely rip it from my grasp? And does it really have to be clears? Can't it be just liquids? At least then I get some variety!

Anywho, here I am, once again blogging from the cab on my way to tutoring. I am officially -11kilos (24.2lbs) since my 5 January surgery. I am feeling great and continue to look forward to my life changing for the better.