Frustr8

And for gosh sakes wear gloves when you remove them, you don't need your eyes or other things irritated.

My Granny Ada Blanche, may she rest in peace, had a saying " The Good Lord didn't ever make an itch, he didn't make a scratcher to fit it!" Translation- there is always an answer if you search for it. Check Medical Supply stores, are you a Veteran? Check with your county VA office, in my community both the Moose and Ambers have wheelchairs and such things, my uncle was a Moose and was able to get the loan of a lift chair, he was smaller but still had need of one. Maybe even your county Human Services could link you up with one. There are a lot of answers , I got my C Pao machine through Lincare, I recommend them highly for adaptive equipment. If one place turns you down ask them if they could suggest someone else. This is YOU you're fighting for, you deserve the best you can find! Good luck my Bari- Brother, I know an answer is out there!

Oops I hit the send instead of backspace, but I want to send my very best wishes. Today is my 6 month Surgiversity, hasn't been the journey I booked for, haven't had exactly the results I was seeking, but you know what? Its still good, I'm still betterthan I was. when I started. Fought over 3 years to get my RnY, 3 years 3 weeks to be exact, against what often seemed insurmountable odds. You see I was 72 years 8 months 10 days when I finally received it, many facilities won't accept you past 60, let alone 70+. you're expected to die fat, sick and obese. So I had even more specialists than average to clear me, psychiatrist as well as psychologist, 2 different cardiologists, pulmonologist, sleep study, dieticians/nutritionsists, jumped through every hoop, can't jump high but was successful. Found out some things about me along the way, got confirmation of something I had suspected for years, after hearing God made an error, I was worth living because I didn't fit life 's pigeon- holes , I am Aspergers, a high functioning Autistic, a slightly different motherboard than many but I'm very cool to know. I have wondered literally since adolescence, another of our traits, many of us " rock" on research. But for years the official line was Autistics are male only, thank you Temple Grandin for proving them wrong. We were the silent minority that feel through the cracks, unoticed and underserved Sorry sometimes I got off on a tangent about this, but finding out I wasn't defective, crazy or worthless helped me to finish my journey toward surgery. I am widowed so don't have themarital dynamic but my son , who I call Tomkitten because my original e- mail had kkatlady in it serves as my #1 support and our bouncing off each other is similar. Yes you will still live your husband, and if he is the right guy, he loved you heavy he' 'll still love you thinner . He fell in love with the inner Sneezed not just the covering. Oh there will be moments when you turn into a Ragin Cajun, as the fat melts a lot of chemicals and hormones get released. I'm long past menopause but I had a weepy day once because I didn't have a picture taken right before surgery. Sounds silly looking back, but I was heartbroken at the time, another day I got weepy because I am starting to resemble a dead relative, I couldn't hardly reconize ME in this face. Everybody says your chest is the first place you lose, not me, it was my forearms and wrists, they started looking like a little old lady owned them. But my main advice as you face your surgery, dont look back, that's not the way you are heading. This is an investment you are making in you, your future and your marriage. And he will be so proud of you for your strength in seeing this through. You can text me, PM. me but I am going to be one of your biggest fans, usually the ones questioning before have the best end results. No tears, no fears, You Are Going To Do This and Do it Well. Now Big Smile😝 and On You Go! ❤Frustr8❤

Good luck Snnezer

Well it is now 6 months. and 4 hours since my RnY surgery- so I finally qualify. Funny I wanted to be with you all so badly,i even visited early, but after promising one of you I wouldn't bother you any longer the lustre is quite off.And it is a shame, I once felt I had so much to offer for my trek has been atypical and I thought I might give hope to others. So I may visit infrequently but it won't be the source of sustainance I once thought it once would be. Sad isn't it? What I wanted so badly, a source of support, once again denied. If anyone is remotely interested I am at 242, down from a surgery weight of 319, finally starting to go into smaller sizes although still not out of plus/woman and into " normal" sizing. Unsatisfied with the pace and scope of my diet although my bariatric consultants say I am doing fine, I am not so certain. Life is tedious, struggle to get get enough calories in since they capricously pulled my PICC line for an infection blood cultures showed was not present. Now I am struggling, 2 oz protein or soft veg every 3 hours, 2 oz cuplet of fluids every 15 minutes in between , enough vitamins, minerals and meds I make a rattling sound when I walk, and currently involved in a p******g war about whether I need iron infusions and which facility is going to do it. I feel like a ping pong ball, one group says I'm seriously getting low, other says I'm delusional if I think I need it. My recovery is not mine, it's Theirs, I'd run away but I get too out of breath with low "heme" factors. Happy 6 months to ME, waiting on a phone call from one or other telling me if something is scheduled.

My hospital/bariatric CENTER. does have support meetings, alas they ALL are set up in the evening when it us impossible to get to Columbus, dont have anything reliable after 7 pm and as far as I know there are no one else in Know County I could ride with. I am cetainly the only RnY but I am not sure there are any VSG here to want share the experience. I must be a pioneer, usually I am # 2 sled dog in everything. You know the worst thing about being #2 sled dog ? The view never changes!

Ok the term I want to use is "Non- Resilience". Oh I had heard about Restriction, it's in the fine shiny Bariatric Folder and other literature. Now today is my 6 month Surgiversity, Whoop Whoop for for me, except I have very little to Whoop about. Those of you who know my story , and most must cause I tend to bounce all over BP like a demented BouncyBall, I have not had a pretty as a picture recovery. My tiny tummy scars are the best of it, sad right? I have had a stomal stricture, jujeneal ulcerations, so many EGJ the Endoscopy/ Hepatology Suite people at Ohio State greet me by name instead of Medical Case #, and they still aren't over, forecast is 2 more at lelast. So here I be, had a PICC line from November 29 to February 26, when my CNP and OSU capriciously ordered it removed. Their excuse, maybe it was an focus for systemic infection, and had caused my pneumonia and fluid on my right shoulder joint. Well Ha Ha to them, there was NOTHING there on all the cultures. Now what? I have a hole in my upper left arm, change the bandaid everyday , still hasn't scabbed over, until then I can't shower unless I wrap my arm in Saran wrap. Right shoulder still sore after fluid removal, may not get better until my plate and screws which I have had for 9 years for a humeral repair are removed. Admitted it would be only be outpatient/ambulatory but " maybe we ought to wait until GI system settles down" Bull feathers, I can't lift anything over 5-10 pounds already. But back to my" Rny which makes me cry" When they removed the PICC line it was Good Luck Eating! Now I have been on a liquid/ thin puree diet for what seems like forevermore. Protein shakes since my Liver shrink back last August, because of the stomal stricture, pureed must be very thin, because Precious Pouch doesn't drain well, I feel she is no longer stomach tissue, more like a Ziploc bag with a tiny pinhole. I was willing to let TPN supply the bulk of my calories and try to add what P,O. foods my pouch would allow. Nope, pull the line, throw me into the Ohio River at flood stage and shout " hope you make it to shore!" At least that's how I feel. Now correct me if I am incorrect , but it seems my VSG cousins with their neat new bananarama pouch, the pouch relaxes and they go from 1/8. to 1/4 to 1/3 to 1/2 cup foods, meanwhile I am at 2 oz if protein or veggies that have had the snarf cooked out of them, in between my perpetual 2 oz cuplet of fluids, calories free drinks. etc. By my year anniversary I will either be insane and dropping or in line with Mousecat singing out " put her back the way she was" oh I have loved the weight loss, the diminishment of my bulky body, but there is a verse in the Gospel of St Matthew, if I remember correctly " What does it gain a man to gain the whole world if he loses his immortal soul?" Have I sold my health for this operation, was the trade- off good for ME? A happy thought, if my orthopaedic surgeon's scale is correct, I now weigh less than Tomkitten my son, this even endengeres fear, last time I dropped a equal amount I ended up in OSU with malnutrition and protein- anemia, and then I I got the PICC line so I could get in more protein than I could PO. I really don't resent to surgery itself as much as the fact I didn't heal right, very disgruntled with my 73 year old body who has been faithless. Will I ever get to the point where I can eat small normal portions of anything?

And every woman deserves a man who can make her forget her heart was ever broken.

Stop hating what you think are your bad points, instead celebrate your good points, you really have a lot going good for you if you just stop and think. Never look back, that's not the direction you are headed! 😝

Attention : I didn't come this far to just come this far! Going to keep on even when the odds are stacked against me. Cane into this life kicking and screaming, chances are I'll leave the same way!

And the beat goes on, I got a call from an local number Friday, turns out it is the Wound Care Center at my local community hospital, no one admits to making. such a call, I have no open wounds. Turns out my PICC LINE cultured negative, so why pull it unless everyone was just tired of me having it? Now to the matter of the elusive Fe Infusion, the one OSU said I would require, local yokel PCP said " Don't travel a 100 mile roundtrip to Columbus and back, I can can order it here" today one of his nurses , an LPN I never have liked in the first place, called to tell me it never was ordered, am I deluding myself that I even need it? Now what? Do I call OSU, the lady at Option Care? They both said I needed it , when are my last blood labs at? Local hospital was drawing them here, sending results to Columbus but supposedly my PCP was also getting a copy. Flip HIPAA and all the little legal tweaks, it should have been my body, my choice, my records and I should have been in the Loop on all this, not on the outside knocking on doors trying to get the info everyone is hiding.. I could have had my INFUSION last week in Columbus if I could have found transport, instead I waited for local yokel, who seems to have done nothing. So let's examine the record, I was hospitalized for pneumonia, nobody knows what the infective agent was? I had fluid build-up in my Right shoulder, Orthopaedic drained the Acrominal space, got what seemed like a small jelly jar of what looked like funky looking fluid. Decided it didn't look pussy, just some sort of inflammation so he decided not to culture it, then my PICC line which I felt was of use to me was pulled, I feel capriciously because all the cultures were negative. I am left with a dressing on my left arm where the PICC was, I can't get it wet until it fully scabs over, a right shoulder that still is painful when I try to move it, and a cough that has still fully resolved. I am weighing and trying to eat something every 3 hours, 2 oz of protein or soft veggies etc although I would prefer being left alone. I feel much more miserable eating than not. Does anyone listen? Nope, my road to recovery is not mine, it seems to belong to all these other people, yet I am supposed to spout the cheery Weight Loss song while they manipulate me? I don't eat junk or fast food, I have tried to be good, I can only pray I show a weight loss, something to be proud of in all this chaos. And I get hiccups, in the old days I could drink water to stop it, sip a carbonated soda, well those 2 are gone so I burp- bump like a car alarm in a parking lot until my side's get sore and I gradually stop. And if my first 6 months are so crappy, will I even be still sane by my year anniversary? IDK what next👈!😣👉

Don't allow others to make you angry, it gives them a power over you they don't deserve. Just take a. " Whatever" pill and let them swing from their own Moore. Take care of You First!

Sometimes I feel like I am on the l9ngest liquid diet in the Western World, think I have tried almost every kind out there. My current favorite is Ensure High Protein in Strawberry, tastes just like Nestle Strawberry Quik. I can't have chocolate, been allergic for 43 years, but it might be equally good and vanilla, I have grown to loathe vanilla, such a think white tasteless nothing much flavor to me. Hope this might help, runs about $ 8 a 6 pack at Wal-Mart.

Never trust someone who has let you down more than once . Once was a warning, twice was a lesson and anymore than than that is just taking advantage.

And I hope jaminj that a new endoscopy or other exam gives you the answers you need. I have had a stomal stricture and multiple jejuneal ulcerations, not fun, hard to heal, been on Carafate since October, every 6 hours round the clock- 6AM Noon 6PM Midnight and Zofran 8am- 4pm- 10pm every since my RnY surgery September 5th, a PICC line November 29 2018- February 26 2019 so I have fought the nausea battle and I'm still going on strong through it all. I still believe,i will have the Victory I deserve. This is not the oath I would have chosen but I will make the best of it, I guess I am the Endurance Model of Girl.🚕I think of me as a jalopy, not the sleekest model out there, but I am sturdy dependable and when the Ferarris and Lambos have blown their engines and had to be scrapped i'll be still putt-putting along down my road!

Life is the most difficult exam you will ever take. Many fail because they try to copy others; they fail to realize each of us is given a different question sheet.📝

Step by step Heidihoo, I believe you can get both your mind and body tuned up into better shape, you're not a lost cause either way. You didn't fail as much as do something disappointing to yourself. Forgive yourself and try,to keep moving on.

Well good for you, gabybab! May everything continue to go smoothly for you.😝

well my PICC line is gone, I am back trying to eat enough to justify its removal, my surgeonthinks i can do it, his CNP Valerie thinks I can do it, even my ombadswoman Kelly at Option Care,my former TPN. company, even Tomkitten my son tho,is I can do it, seems like only 1 person. thinks I can't- ME! Oh well I will keep on with my vitamins, minerals and whatever. Try to eat my mini- meals, and pray I am going to be okay for my endoscopy which isn't until April 12th. Nobody seems to really care or give me any emotional support until then, so I will do what i can, if I can, for myself,by myself and cry myself if and when it all goes wrong. You see, I feel I'm beating my head against a brick wall, and everybody else who should be paying attention is dancing around, patting each other on the back, and telling each other what a great job they are doing for Frustr8 and not a one ever looks my way while they're doing their little Victory Dance. I don't even have a clue what I weigh now, counted on that monthly weight check-in,I am hoping 260, 265 tops. I am Apathetic toward food, nothing tastes good, nothing sounds appealing,might as well eat 2 oz of metamucil every 3 hours, I sip 2 oz of fluid every 15 minutes in between and wonder how I got locked into this life of futility. Not what the shiny fancy Bariatric Folders said this would be . And my food mood is not very happy today. 6 months on Tuesday and I think I still resemble the barrel more than the barrel racer. I know we have each our own path but today it's mud and pea gravel. This Cowgirl has the Blah Blues and I don't see a Happy day of Joy in my immediate future.

How about a fist in the back?, like right behind where my pouch is in the front. Not seen that one before.

Good tip- you learn a lot of them on here!

Bought myself a tailbone pillow off the "As seen on TV section" at Wal-Mart. Tomkitten grimaced at the,price but I do feel it helped. And I do drag it from chair to chair like a toddler with his " blankie". I would send a picture but I still haven't figured how to text it in to Bariatric Pal from an Android phone. Fluffy Chix tried once to teach me, might as well have wrote,it in binary, I must be electronically dense or something. Oh we all have our strengths, that must be MY FLAW!

Mine slowed down when they inserted my PICC line November 29th, probably lost some of my Golden Weight Loss Time. Well the line got pulled out last Tuesday February 26th, was some concern I might have developed an infection there that was going to go systemic. I had gotten pneumonia and swollen right shoulder joint within a week previous. Had to have shoulder joint drained so three areas at once? Spooky how sick I suddenly got, 3 things being cultured , let's see what the reports say. And now I am trying hard on taking food p.o. once again, hard when you have Food Apathy, nothing sounds good, few things taste good, and honestly I have no real desire to eat I knew Food would stop being joy and completion to my spirit, but now it doesn't even feel like fuel, about as appealing as mud! 😰😧😬

Did you ever figure out how to pour the Nestle Impact Advance Recovery down the doctors throat? Often thought it would be only fair if they had to taste what the prescribe us First! Bet everything would have a nicer taste then!

And my @ mousecat, is March starting a nicer, sweeter month for you? Seems like you have exhausted the easily remove and toss body parts, unless you count Boobs, you're only 30-31, might need those a time longer!