Jebellah

July 25. 2011 Wow! I have been remiss in keeping up with my blogging. I really wanted to journal my entire journey but... life intervenes. I suppose it is a testament to the sleeve that I often forget I have it. 4 months out my life is pretty normal. Not like it was before, but what I assume most people would consider normal, lol. I eat a lot less. I make better food choices, I go to the gym a few times a week. Sadly the weight has not come sloughing off as Id hoped it would. 50 pounds down I feel good and am grateful as ever, but I did think I would be father along at this point. I try to stay optimistic. My mother, who had a bypass about 10 years ago, is constantly remonstrating me for the amounts I eat (though normal stomach folks think Im sick or something, I eat so little). She lost 75 pounds in the first 3 months of her surgery and has very vocally espoused that I should have done the same. I keep asking my surgeon when I see him, he keeps telling me Im doing great and not to compare myself to others. I need to keep working on that though. I HAVE started losing my hair. I thought I was going to be one of the lucky ones because my weight loss has been comparatively slow but... Right at the 3 month mark it started falling out in clumps. It hasn't abated yet but I am taking better care of it now. Less brushing, more vitamins. Hopefully it will end soon. Ive heard the 3-6 month period is the worst for hair loss. All told Im happy and loving my sleeve most days... though I wouldn't mind the process working a little faster, I am still losing and cheerfully waving goodbye to each and every pound.

April 19, 2011 I am Officially 4 weeks post-op today (but not quite 1 month, weird how that works out sometimes...) I've got 2 more weeks of the mushy stage, I'm enjoying the food choices a lot more than during the liquid diet but Im not seeing the same dramatic weight loss. From my weigh-in last tuesday to today I have only lost 2 pounds. And the week before that it was only 3. I'm wondering if veeerrrrryyyy slooooowww weight loss is part of the infamous 3 week stall? Its a little disheartening to think I'm going to progress at such a slow rate from here on out. On to the good stuff: I feel almost no pain at this point, though soreness and fatigue have become close compatriots lately. I'm tracking my food and doing much better about getting my protein in. Atleast once a day someone comments on how good I'm looking lately I've had to get rid of a few items of clothing that have simply become 'tentlike'. I feel better/more confident about the future, my health, and what my life will look like. I've been walking but my Surgeon hasn't given me clearance for any more athletic exercise. Hopefully when I see him next week everything will look good and he will give me the go-ahead. That should kick-start things a bit! ~ Bellah

YES! Ive had a nagging cough since surgeruy myself. My Doctor said its very common for patients to pick up a respiratory infection during intubation and that it will pass in a few weeks or months. He didn't prescribe anything or tell me to anything special. Just wait it out... Bellah

I've been really good with my surgeon's reccommendations but I was dying for a diet coke last week, myself. I ended up buying one, taking 3 sips and throwing it out. I had heard your tastes change after surgery but I hadn't really experienced it until now... it just wasnt good. I'm glad I tried it because now I can stop thinking about it. Had I still enjoyed it though I had planned to only have half a cup or so and then throw the rest out. Avery occassional treat because I know the carbonation isn't good for me anymore. Bellah

April 5, 2011 Today is 2 weeks out, and Im feeling good. I'm completely off and pain meds and rarely have soreness around the incisions (except right after walking for 20+ mins). The most notable changes are in the inclusion of one egg per day to my continued clear liquid diet, (I never thought I would be so excited to eat half a scrambled egg!) and beginning my vitamin regiment. My surgeon has his own line of multi-vitamins and supplements designed for people who've had weight loss surgery so I ordered a bottle and picked up some sub-lingual b12 from GNC. So far so good. My stomach seems to be tolerating the changes well, and to this day I haven't had a moment's nausea. Since going back to work (yesterday) Ive started waking up in the middle of the night and having trouble getting back to sleep. Maybe I've just thrown off my internal time clock with all the vacation time? My hope is that it will sort itself out. I'm still pretty fatigued most of the time. Oh yeah, someone came up to me at work today and told me I looked like I lost a ton of weight. That was frickin awesome. The scale keeps moving down but I'm comfortably wearing the same clothes... Not sure where the weight is coming from. And to be honest, when I look in the mirror I don't see it (yet). Ah well, steady the course. www.wlsvitamins.com ~Bellah~

That's too funny! I've been having the SAME issue and asked my surgeon about it when I saw him a few days ago. I'm only 10 days post-op (was 8 at the time) but he said it wouldn't 'hurt' my sleeve at all and that I could sleep in any position I wanted to. That being said my incisions are still sore so my sister gave me her 'belly' pillow she used during her pregnancy and it kind of cradles you in a half stomach/half side sleeping position. Its been much more restful sleeping like that. - Bellah

Deli cut shaved turkey and cream cheese are on my mushy list as well!

That's awesome! Major Congratulations. Its the little things in life

March 29, 2011 Well, week 1 draws to a close and I'm blessed to be sitting here feeling 100x better than I did on day 1. Each day has been a little easier than the last. Each morning I wake up and can sip a little more water, drink a little more broth, and walk a little farther. The first walk in the hospital was from the bed to the doorway. The first walk at home was from the bed to the mailbox. Today I managed to walk 20 minutes on the trail by my house. I was sweating (from exertion not heat but there was just a warm, almost pleasant, soreness from my workout. I'm noticing when I get more protein in I have more energy and feel better in general. I have some pain and discomfort but a tylenol and a heating pad have knocked it right out. I keep flashing back to the moments before surgery when I was looking up at the lights above my gurney and wanting to run. I had no right to expect things to go so smoothly but am very grateful they have. Even the liquid diet is not so bad (well... All in all I'm glad I went through with it. I changed my life that day in ways I'm only beginning to guess. I feel so blessed to be exactly where I am right now. May the recovery continue to be this calm. PS - 10.4 lbs lost since surgery 16.5 lbs lost since pre-op diet started Bellah

My Surgeon did not opt for a drain. I did receive 3 injections in my stomach though which he said were because I wouldn't have a drain. -Bellah

March 22, 2011 Tuesday morning arrived like any other. After all the time I'd spent worrying, planning, and preparing, it came so fast I had hardly anytime to panic. Some... but not much. My appt was at 10:30, got there right on time, signed in at the front desk and settled in to wait. The waiting was excruciating, I thought I would faint as I sat there twirling my surgical bracelet. One cool thing that happened while I was waiting, I ran into a girl I met at the nurse's class. She is getting sleeved next week and was there for her pre-admission testing. She was super bubbly and positive and distracted me from my near-suffocating panic for a few minutes. lol. Finally someone came and got me, told me to leave my bag and family and come to the back. I went to a little room where a nurse was waiting. She asked me all the consent questions again, had me put on a hospital gown and tucked me into the bed. Over the next ten minutes two more nurses, the Anesthesiologist and eventually my Surgeon came in to check on me. He was short with me but full of confidence as always,and somewhat more sensitive than usual telling me to 'stop crying' when I teared up at leaving my mom. The good news was the IV had been started and and pretty soon I wasn't worried about a thing. They wheeled me down some halls and looking up at the lights passing I told the nurse I feared I was chickening out but she just laughed and slid me into the operating room. I remember one look at the surgical table, all the camera equipment, people milling around (does it really take a team of 10?) and then... nothing. Whether it was fear induced or just a strong dose of sedatives I don't know, but I was out in a flash. I woke up in the recovery room about 3 hours later. There was a brunette nurse talking to me, telling me to relax. I tried to tell her I had to pee and she kept trying to convince me I had a catheter in and could go anytime I felt like it. Despite trouble speaking I tried valiantly to argue against this scandalous lie because my Surgeon assured me I wouldn't have a catheter. When I calmed down a little, a nurse Anesth. came and checked my breathing. He was very sweet and called me beautiful. After the most harrowing day of my life, no make-up, sticky sweat and a bag of pee trailing around after me, I'm certain this was another scandalous falsehood but I took it with much less resistance. After some time (10 mins? who knows, its super fuzzy) I was rolled into my hospital room. My mother says I said something angry about the catheter to my two nurses but I don't recall this either lol. The next 24 hours were filled with intravenous pain meds, constant vital checks, and forced walks around the corridor. I remember going down for an x-ray and trying to tell the tech my stomach was only about 3 ounces and I COULD NOT swallow all the dye he wanted me to but he insisted and it came right back up. The one and only time I puked, I'm proud to say. Also, luckily, the x-ray came back clean, no leaks, no bleeding, no nada. On the 2nd afternoon I was discharged when my Surgeon saw that I had no fever, steady oxygen levels, could tolerate clear liquids and was managing my pain. I did regret going off the IV dialudid to the oral Roxicet (not nearly the same punch) but I was excited to get home. We waited about an hour and then a volunteer came and wheeled me out the front door. The ride home was brutal and I shambled/ran to bed. The most difficult day ever drew to a close and I gratefully succumbed to sleep.