Sure thing, I'll let you now. :thumbup: It all started with a summer vacation to Hawaii last July. We went on a Catamaran on the ocean where I began to vomit for 6, count them 6 hours STRAIGHT! Uh, the pain was horrible. I didn't think I would get sea sick but boy was I COMPLETELY WRONG! Anyhow, during the course of my puking sessions, I stretched my pouch. I knew throwing up was BAD with the band so I went to the docs in August and sure enough that's what they told me. They had to unfill me completely and allow the swelling to go down before I could get another fill. Anyhow, about a month later our family was hit with a series of deaths back to back so getting a fill was not even on my mind. Had 8 deaths in the family since then. We buried my aunt yesterday so we're hoping that's the last of deaths for a while atleast. In a nutshell, there's my story. I'm sure you can imagine just how happy I was to get a fill. Pretty sad when the highlight of your life is getting a fill to help you start losing weight again. HAHA So now, I just let things roll off my back and worry about ME for a change. Is that bad????