jaclyndw

I'm 19 years old - was diagnosed with PCOS at puberty. First, let me say that no one can truly understand this disease unless they have experienced it firsthand. I sympathize with all of you here! As a teen, it's been tough with the pressures of high school and college. Not looking as thin as your friends (and perhaps a little more masculine) has been fairly traumatic at times. You can't ride the rides at amusement parks, you can't shop with friends in the trendy shops, and you are constantly watching everything going into your mouth. While your friends grow and blossom into women, you seem to lag behind and grow into something not quite female and not male, while having all the respective female parts. My voice (even though I sing and love to speak publically) is deeper than voices of most women. I've had laser treatments for the hair growing on my face. I've been taking metformin for years. I've been overweight all my life and have loved food from the get-go. So I was banded on the 22nd of July, 2008. I am four days post-op, and am feeling a kind of war going on between my body and my mind. broth, sugar free popsicles, Jello, and protein-infused beverages are getting old. As I don't return to college for about four weeks, I have to be around my family as they cook and sit down to meals. I might be acting overly emotional about all this, but I have to go in my bedroom while they eat. I've been pretty hungry, and i'm literally seeing spaghetti and burgers in my thoughts. I have also recently started my period, which has eluded me for years. I don't regret having the surgery at all - I know it's not going to be like this forever. I'm ready to be thin, but the road of recovery has been a hard road to travel and I realize it'll continue to be tough for the next six weeks or so. This is a very confusing time now, as i've truly started a new life. I can't use food as a means to cope with life's problems. I'm literally on an emotional rollercoaster. I get angry with my family - It feels like they're seemingly trying to tempt me. I'm very impatient, as i've always been ms. independent (so mom says) and it's hard to sit on the couch and take it easy when I could be at work or getting ready for school. I just felt like letting out my emotions in the form of a rant...not exactly a rant, more of like an account of what the past week has brought. Sorry for this being so long - maybe some of you can relate to this? I know that we'll all come out okay in the end - it's all about the journey. Thanks. :tt2:

I'm two days post-op - finally to where I can shower and redress my wounds. I'm looking at these staples and they're creeping me out - I've made a follow-up appointment with the doctor to have them out. I'm thinking this is going to hurt seriously bad. Can anybody tell me what their experience was like? :confused2: