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I'm 5 weeks post op and had a follow up with my family doctor (I live in Canada so healthcare is free) where she did another X-ray, a full blood panel to check vitamins & nutrients, blood pressure, blood sugar and a pap and I'm in killer health!!! (Yay) My husband and I have been trying to get pregnant for 6 years with countless fertility treatments and failed IVFs. My doctor said that I'm ready to try again! I'm nervous and excited and just wanted to know others experiences. It's hard because EVERY surgeon is SOOOOO different and everyone from all over the world has different experiences, so I'm just throwing it out there

I got sleeved for one reason: to conceive a child! I have spent over $36,000 trying IVF but was too heavy and miscarried. I have my whole life to lose weight but now it's focusing on a baby. Thanks for being such a bunch of insensitive assholes.

I would have spent triple somewhere else to avoid that place! I live in Canada and my family doctor has done 3 X-rays since I've been home and I'm healing well. No issues physically but man alive I'm beating myself up for making such a poor choice picking that place! When you're overweight you're desperate sometimes. Glad it's behind me

Spoke to my surgeon yesterday and he is completely confident in my primary care physician's assessment and has also cleared me. He wished me all the best! With all the struggles in the past and the fact that I still have irregular periods both feel this is something that won't happen for a few months anyways. My fertility specialist has also checked over my blood panel and is confident that this surgery's end result will be me with a child in my arms. Best decision of my life!

I was sleeved on a Friday morning and my last dose of pain medication was the Saturday morning at 10am. I was given meds to take home but honestly I didn't even need them. I was in mild discomfort but walking fixed that. I guess I will consider myself "lucky"

Thanks everyone! I emailed her recommendation to my surgeon this morning and I will wait for their response. I'm feeling awesome and down 35lbs so if the surgeon says wait I will continue with my journey and just enjoy the new life I have! Happy Saturday

I would request a piece of sole

Sleeves January 11, 2013 and I'm down 31lbs!

Sorry it's labeled "notes on Mexico Jersuleum hospital"

Read my thread "notes from Mexico". I would not recommend that facility. To anyone! It was bad.

Hey guys! I have read a lot of threads but can't seem to find my answer... So I will have to throw it out there. I'm 16 days post-op and my one incision (below my bra line) is still open. It doesn't hurt, isn't red/swollen/leaking but it doesn't seem to be closing up? My information package said this can happen and to keep it dry & clean as we all heal at different speeds. I'm not sure if I've spent too much reading about it and have myself worked up or if its "normal"? I have been cleaning it with a wound wash and have left it uncovered. Any suggestions would be ace! Thanks I have uploaded a picture (gross I know & I'm sorry) but I anyone has ha a similar experience I'd love to hear from you!

Great thanks guys! I have been taking pictures of it every couple of days to compare. It seems to be closing up... Slowly. Very slowly. I will keep a close eye on it!

I also was sleeved on Friday morning by Dr. Almanza in that hellish place. I will share my journey and experiences only to help heal my mind and move on. Move forward with my new life. - We got picked up at the San Diego airport an hour late. No biggie. I was confident in my decision based on visits with my family doctor, reading and learning about my new sleeve, but most importantly to be healthy. Well when my group was all together I was in complete shock that there was a very young boy (later found out he was 14!) and a very old and weak lady (later found out she was 73!). She wasn't even able to walk to the van and needed a wheelchair. I began to question the morals of the doctors & the facility. It was a long drive across the border where my thoughts went from nervous fears to "uh-oh did I make a mistake?!" As I sat behind the old couple I knew she had no idea what the procedure was or what her recovery was going to look like based on her conversation. I was scared. She got a discount because so many of her family members have had it done. She didn't really have a reason for it. She admitted that. - After crossing the border we are dropped off at the clinic? We all thought we were going to the hotel for a nice hot shower and to get a good nights rest. This didn't happen. We were shuffled upstairs into a small waiting room like area with large, hideous Jesus paintings all over. No one told us what was going on. We waited and waited and waited. - The owner of the facility comes out dressed head to toe in diamonds stuffing his face with handfuls of nuts explaining that we would be meeting the surgeon (who seemed very kind) This owner was disgusting. He had blown up pictures of himself throughout the clinic with his shirt open and I knew he wasn't there to help people become healthy. He was there to pump as many of us through as he could so he could make money. Anyway after talking to us he tells us after we can go to the hotel and have a nice meal?! A nice meal? I have been fasting for 5 days. I'm glad I didn't trust him. - I was taken to a small cold room where I had my blood taken. No one wore gloves and when I was getting my IV in the next morning I bled all over the floor and the lady "cleaned" it up with one of those blue booties. Again she had no gloves on. PLEASE IF YOU GO THERE HAVE AN HIV/HEP C TEST AS SOON AS YOU GET HOME!!! (Please note to retake the HIV test again 3 months to be sure!) - Well after a long night of waiting they decided to do a surgery right then. So an older single man went in. At 9:30pm at night! - We finally got back to the hotel at 12:30am and were told to be downstairs at 5am. How is one suppose to sleep and rest their mind and body for surgery when they give you no time?!?! I was exhausted. - Surgery day. What a nightmare. Again you are taken upstairs to the waiting room while your loved ones wait in the smallest lobby ever. You are gowned and put on IV and you sit. You sit and wait as people go down and come back up. After surgery you are bombarded by other patients asking how you feel over and over and over because you are scared and alone. There is no support for anyone with questions or fears so you are left to rely on other sleevers and the Internet. It was nerve wracking. - My surgery was done and I was very tired and dry heaved a lot. This actually made it so I had no gas pains in the end though. One or the other was my experience. - I was placed in a room with a girl who was doing well and all I remember was that she had to pack up her belongings to move down the strip mall to another bed. I was out of it and confused. I got another roommate shortly. - The beds that are there are no better than a twin cot and one had blood on the mattress. It was so small they only had room for one IV trolly which means if you needed to go to the bathroom you had to put your IV bag in the sink. It was pathetic. - Every sleever will tell you walking is so important. It's almost impossible to do there. One there is no space and 2 not one IV trolly rolled. Not one. Maybe if the owner spent less on the disgusting air fresheners to make his clinic smell clean he could afford a rolling trolly. - After being there one night you are then taken back to the hotel. I was relieved to be with my friend and to sleep. - The bus rides were awful. The drivers didn't care about bumps and made no effort to drive with caution. They sucked. - I had some more fluids, a leak test (which was so rushed I had to stepped over the girl's vomit that went before me and no one cleaned it up except by placing paper towels over it.) and then I finally had my drain and IV out. - I am one week tomorrow and feeling good. This surgery is amazing. But please don't go to this place. Start your new life off on the right foot with the right care! You'll thank me for it *if you have any questions I'm an open book that hides nothing so feel free* Thanks for reading my post

So here we are: Day one of my pre-op sugar and carb free liquid diet. I was terrified to wake up this morning for the fear that my hunger would be so bad I would fail, fail once again on my weight loss journey. But I pulled on my big girl panties got up put two feet on the ground and started my day. I began with a few drinkable yogurts, some jell-o and a coffee. A black coffee without the delicious milk and sugar but hey the caffeine is what I wanted. For dinner it will be broth but I look at this as my last fad diet, the last time I will ever see the scale go up, the last time I will fail.

Day one for me and because I know I can't eat... I want too!!! Mind over fat butt I guess

My surgery is January. 11th (this Friday!!!) with Dr. Almanza in Mexico. Liquid diet started today. So far so good!

Today is Friday one week until I go for my gastric sleeve. I am nervous about the pre-op but more nervous about the new life I have to live. I have always been fat. Always. When I look back at my food addiction it stems from when I was young; too young to be that fat or that controlled by food. I remember grabbing a stack of Oreos and eating them behind the couch so no one would see, I remember spending my allowance on donuts from the store by my house, eating 2 candy bars in the dressing room when I was supposed to be skating etc... My love for food and eating has gotten me to where I am now. 301lbs at 29 years old and struggling with fertility. I have always looked like I weighed less but I knew and only I knew how fat I was. I want to be able to do certain things I can't now...daily life things. Ride a bike, sit in a booth in a restaurant, and buy clothes that I WANT to wear, be able to say NO to food and to be able to say YES to exercise. I fell madly in love with an extremely handsome and healthy man. He is my everything. I have a love for him that is beyond words and when he married me at my heaviest (300lbs) I knew I wanted to do this for not only me, but for us. He looks at me with such love and desire that my heart explodes how he will look at me when I am thinner. Although he claims to love me for me, which I know he does I can’t wait to be on his arm and look the way I feel. He doesn’t deserve a fat wife! As we prepare for this surgery together I can see him light up when I talk about our new life, a life of exercise and sports instead of BBQs and cocktails. I want to be healthy, I want to be happy. Not ‘an everything in my life is great except my weight happy.’ A true, I feel like how I should feel happy. Not in pain, not in denial about my weight, not disgusted when I take my clothes off but happy. Yesterday my husband went shopping for my pre-op meals, he loves me, he truly does. I am excited to start this new journey with him but man alive am I ever scared. How will I adjust? How will I change everything? How will my lifestyle change? The easiest thing in the world to be is fat. No doubt about it. When you become comfortable with fat it’s easy. Eat what you want, when you want, at anytime that you want. It’s easy. Becoming healthy will not be. That my friend scares me. As I embark on this journey I will blog throughout I will blog my feelings and deepest darkest thoughts. This could get ugly but it will never be as ugly as my ass is