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1.3cc in a 4cc band...this is my first fill, and i got it on april 12, so it is probably vanished by now. i have NO restriction at all. i go for the next fill on may 10...i am starting to feel that whole last supper syndrome all over again. i know that these very well may be my last days for certain foods! WOW Kathy!!! 1.8cc's?!! You should call now to make your next appointment. I called one week after my first fill to make my next appointment. The P.A. had told me that the fill would be absorbed by the band, and to just call when i got ready for the next fill. so i did!

Plunder, This show is one that you really need to watch from the beginning. it is hilarious watching some of the folks that turn out for the auditions for this show. That is what gets you hooked to watching, then by the time the competition gets serious, you have been following these hopefuls and have developed a fondness for one or two of them. It is kind of hard to turn on the TV and be interested when it is this late in the game. You should make serious plans to watch next year!!

I was afraid this was going to happen...first Dr. Spivak, now Spiegel. I do not know of anyone else who would be in network with UHC. Look for "Gurly" formerly known as HeatherGurl. She always seems pretty knowledgeable about these issues. Have you called UHC to ask if there are any other surgeons in the area? Good Luck, and I am so sorry this happened.

Congrats!! You will be amazed at how quickly you recover, each day is exponentially better than the one before... Take advantage of your time to rest!!

OK Plunder, I checked it out and clicked on everything I could click on. I hope you find your pot of gold at the PS office...

Katherine did NOT perform poorly. I think that the judges like to experiment with mind games to try and manipulate public opinion. (If simon likes them and paula hates them, what will the public vote...If the singer was great and everyone tells them they are awful, how will the public vote...if the singer was awful{Kellie} and simon says she was great, what will thepublic do...etc) ELLIOTT did great, i haven't really paid much attention to him, as i am a DIE-HARD Chris fan...but Elliott commanded my attention last night. I voted for Elliot and Chris. I would say who i thought was going home tonite, but i am ALWAYS way off on that. However, I think that Kellie NEEDS to be the one to leave.

why does healthy poop float? and does it have upstream or downstream qualities? (((i know, not funny)))

Mary, I was filled at the surgicenter by PA Marzona, (she is great by the way, no pain AT ALL)...and i was on mushies for 48 hours.

I immediately noticed this deep breath to relieve a golf ball, but it did not occur to me that this was a good solution. I thought about the diaphram support my esophogus and helping to guide the food through the band, but I also envisioned a situation that mimics filling the pouch to a point where it may be distended. Pressure from above, resisting the bodies temptation to PB, countered by no pressure from below seems like it would be ideal situation for a slip. Now, I know that frequent PB's may facilitate a slip also. So holding your breath may be a lesser of two evils thing. I am not filled to restriction yet, first fill 2 weeks ago(1.5cc's), and I am pretty certain that it has all been absorbed back into the band, as I have NO RESTRICTION WHATSOEVER. So, with that said, once I have restriction, I may be sitting at the table with blue lips like the rest of you, but i wanted to throw my uneducated theory out there to see what you all thought...

DeLarla, HarleyNana, anyone else who might be able to help... my mom and dad are going to a ralley next weekend, and dad asked me to come up with some perverted, warped, crazy sort of phrases or expressions he can put on signs for his camp. they have the standard ones like "Free Breast Exams" etc. can you suggest some trashy things that he can write on a sign? The name of his camp is "Dirty ole Bastard's Camp" He is seriously warped. I really do not understand why he cannot come up with his own expressions. That would typically be his cup of tea. Guess he took too much viagra to be able and concentrate...

Thanks, that is a good one. I am going to send him flowers once he is out of ICU, and I was thinking of putting one of the expressions intended for the signs on the "get well" card. I think I will use that one. Thanks again!

Well, the trip to the ralley is off. Dads best friend and riding partner laid his bike down after an unwise decision to take an exit at the last minute. he ended up in the V of the exit in the grass. Thank goodness he let go of the bike, Dad said it flipped 15 feet up in the air. Dad's buddy has a compound fracture, with bone exposed from his knee to his ankle. After surgery, he has lots of screws and some external hardware to hold it all together. This is very tragic, and traumatizing for all of us, but we are thankful that the girls (Mom and DD's Friend's Wife) were not on the bikes also. This could have been twice as bad. We could have lost friends. Thanks for all of your help on the sign suggestions. We will keep them for next year.

My surgeons PA did my first fill, and is scheduled to do my next one on May 10. The first one was done with no local, and my last ant bite hurt much worse. It was surprisingly painless--much less pain than a local injection. (but, i have a small upper torso. my port is very close to the surface of my body. it is pretty clear that they will not likely have to gamble on whether they will be able to hit it the first try...)

They are going to Henderson, just asked last night.

LOL..... Splash Roni All Over

i am scheduled for my second fill on may 10. i have lost 10, and the last couple of days i have gained back a couple. i dont think it is true weight gain, rather i think it is Water retention and lack of regularity. regardless, i hate not seeing the scales move. i MUST break the weighing everyday habit... Maybe my next fill will give me some restriction and i can get this party started!

:speechles that is just un-American

DAMN!! I just changed from work... I have on some old maternity drawers from when I was pregnant, and one of the legs is torn smooth up to the waist. i have to wear them backwards cause when i was pregnant, my bellie filled in the area, well, you get the idea right? GOD i need to do laundry!!

i am not sure where the ralley is this year, but it is the one that use to dawgs on hawgs or whatever....used to be in somerville, texas, don't know where it will be now.

good start, i will forward them. Viagra Field Test Area

pweez help me?

Scheduled for my second fill on May 10, 2006 @ 11:00 am with the PA-Marzora (i think that is how it is spelled...)

i think it has a lot to do with her being a fraud. they categorize her as their "worst" by argueing LOTS of points, their opinion of her vocal ability being one of the points. they will usually tell who is next on the list. for example, when chicken little was their pick, they continually warned kellie that she was next on their list. i haven't paid attention to who is next right now. i am REALLY bored with Ace. I still have my fingers crossed for Kellie to go...:faint:

so, did they let you schedule another fill? i was filled a week ago today, no restriction has "kicked in" but the girl who did the fill told me to come back in two weeks if i had no restriction or if i was not losing weight...or if i was superhungry. (umm, all of the above at one week?) i want to call, but not if they are going to tell me to wait a little longer.

hmmm, things that go "BUMP" in the night....glad you bumped, i had not seen this thread before. when i was about 7 or 8 my dad's mom died. granny was not very old, 55, but she apparently died of natural causes. she lived with my aunt, and upon returning from the circus one night, she was sitting in her favorite chair with her head slumped to the side. maybe a heart attack? who knows since no autopsy was done. dad got the call as we were winding down for the evening. i was in mom and dad's room playing with our pet cat. as soon as dad answered the phone, i remember having a feeling that i recognize now as a sort of adrenaline rush. back then, i interpretted this as fear. i started crying and throwing a fit. dad had to get off the phone to help settle me before calling my uncle back. he asked me what was wrong, i told him "It's Granny, It's Granny, why is she gone?!" He had not even told my mom yet what the call was about. i don't remember hearing him say anything on the phone. it has always been puzzling to us how i knew that something was wrong with Granny. We werent especially close or anything. she was a little loopy best i can recollect. she lived a very difficult life...drama drama. then complicating matters, she had a baby that developed normally until she was 10 months old, then stopped developing at all! my grandmother refused to let her go to a home until she was almost ten years old. the child could do nothing but smile every once in a while. well, back to topic...that night, we went to my aunts. i slept in my aunts room on a love seat. at some point in the night, i either had a dream or it really happened, but i went to Granny's favorite chair, where she passed. she was sitting there in the dark smoking a cigarette. she pulled me over to her and hugged me tight. we made small talk, and at thetime, my mind was not remembering that she had died the night before. it was not until the next day when i woke up that i realized i had seen her. it was so casual though. i wasnt scared or anything. i did not even tell anyone until later in the morning. it did not occur to me that i had seen a "ghost" as she had no stereotypical ghostly "glow" and she was not floating, or doing any of the other things i would typically associate with my idea of a ghost when i was 7-8. as we were cleaning up after Breakfast, my dad had picke dup my granny's cigarette lighter. it was out of Fluid. he was sitting there sparking the flint, like a nervous habit sort of thing. the flame caught after he had sat striking it for at least five minutes. the flame was really tall. he stood the lighter upright on the table and let go of it. it stood on the table for at least 15 minutes before it finally shrunk and faded away. that is when i told everyone about what i experienced. but of course, i was just matter of factly stating my facts, i had no idea how dramatic this really was. when i was older, i asked dad about the incident. he said that before i got up, they were all talking about things, and everyone had odd encounters in the night. mom and dad slept in granny's bed. dad talked to granny as she sat at her vanity. when they would sleep, the bed would shake violently waking them. the window would open, and they would shut it only to find it open when they woke, and the closet door, which my mom shut because open doors scare her at night kept opening. they also noted that my granny died with an unlit cigarette in her hand and a lighter in the other. they pondered the possiblity of her dying with a lit cigarette in her hand, and how the house may have burned down. they noted that he lighter was out of lighter fluid, and they were glad that the house had not burned. this is when i woke up and interupted their conversation. dad was still playing with the light when the flame caught. dad has always been able to sense the presence. he claims that they can be communicated with but he won't discuss any conversations he may have had. my older brother and one of my younger brothers apparently have this same ability. i never really picked it up. when i was pregnant with my third child, my trysemme(*i have no idea how to spell that*) test came back positive for the marker for down's syndrome. i was terrified and devastated. we had the specialist do the more detailed ultrasounds and had some other tests, but they were inconclusive. we opted not to have the amnio as this was an unecessary risk to the baby. i worried constantly about the health of the baby. i started noticing that, on a regular basis, i was mistakenly looking in one direction or another thinking that i had seen someone. once i was watching tv, and through the cracks of the blinds on the window, i SWORE that i saw someone standing on the front porch. thinking it was one of the kids friends, i went to the door...NOONE. this kept happening, sometimes i was startled when i thought i saw someone in the hallway, sometimes it was just casual as i became used to the fact that i was seeing things. my dad notice me do it one time. he got up and wrote down something on a piece of paper, without saying anything to me. he folded the paper up and handed it to me, closing his hand around mine, my hand closed around the paper. he asked me if i thought i saw someone. i said yes, he asked who i thought it was, i said, i don't know, but my mind, for a split second, thought whoever it was looked like my aunt robi. he turned my hand over and opened his and said read the paper. he had written, "that is your aunt robi, she wants you to know that everything is ok with the baby." i was amazed. these "sightings" continued until i was in the delivery room. i have bad reactions to the epidural and spinal, but i had to have a c-section. as i was in and out of things, i was definitely aware of EVERY person that i had ever lost. it was dreamy, but i know it was real. by the way, Hanna was born very healthy. the docs decided that my due date must have been wrong, and that the ultrasounds were inconclusive due to Hanna growing abnormally in the womb. i was prepared for a baby, sick or healthy, but Hanna came out with no chromosomal defect. so glad you made this thread go BUMP...