Friday, September 23, 2011

First un-fill

Too tight update ahoy! I got to the doctors office this morning on time thanks to my wonderful husband and was taken back immediately. I told my PA what problems I was having and she said I was definitely too tight and wanted to take out 1 cc. *whew* I was totally okay with that! She took out one cc (very quickly I might add, found my port in one try!) and had me drink some water and WOW what a difference that made! I could have hugged that tiny blond woman. She has me on clear liquids the rest of the day and full liquids tomorrow and told me to just take it easy and gradually work into 'real' food in order to get the swelling in my stomach to go down. She also wants me on at least one protein shake a day for 2 weeks to replenish my protein loss from not really being able to eat. She also heard me cough and suggested I get that checked out...so I did.

I also went to my PCP today to get some antibiotics for my bronchitis. She said it didn't sound like pneumonia yet (scary!) and gave me a script for antibiotics. I ended up taking the whole day off work so I could go to this other appointment...I feel bad, but I also really feel like crap. I'm totally exhausted after yesterday's shenanigans and I'm coughing and just generally do not feel well mentally or physically today. So, after stopped at Walmart for protein powder and CVS for my meds and some more soup, I am now home on the couch in my sweats. I'm happy that I'm home and resting, but sad that I feel so yucky on such a pretty day. Lamesauce.

In the end, it's all for the best. I got my 1 cc unfill so I can eat and drink normally again and here's to hoping that it still gives me the restriction that I need. I'll keep you all updated on that after my swelling goes down. Until then...I'm taking a nap!

Thursday, September 22, 2011

4th fill...Blarg!!!

So, on Monday I got my 4th fill. I was totally stoked even though I had to drive an hour there and back in the pouring rain with a sinus headache and a massive cold brewing in my chest. Still, I went because I was so sure this fill would be my 'sweet spot' where I would have perfect restriction and not have to get any more after this! I talked to my PA about not being able to eat bread anymore and the current stress in my life and my serious lack of exercise lately due to said stress. She suggested I try talking to a counselor to get out my frustrations so I don't use food instead. I agreed that would be a good idea and then she gave me my fill! We both agreed going for 2 cc would be a good idea. That put me at a total of 7.5 cc in my 11 cc band. I drank the water and it went down okay. Looking back, it did give me some bubbly feelings which was probably the way it says "TOO MUCH". But I digress...

Once I got home I was on liquids for 48 hours. My lovely husband brought home some tomato soup for me from Panera and I tried to eat a little of it and BAM, STUCK. WTF! It hurt and was very uncomfortable for quite a while. I didn't throw up, but there was some mucus. I didn't even eat the chunky parts. So I was thought, "Okay, maybe a little swollen...stick to clear liquids."

Skip to Tuesday evening...I got some potato soup from Great Steak and Potato for dinner because Chris had a night class. I ate a bit of it, ate a small piece of potato and BAM - STUCK AGAIN. So, I thought maybe I didn't chew that piece well enough or it was too big...something! I begrudgingly put away my yummy soup for another day. No dinner for Erin. Lame.

Wednesday night, I wanted to try soup again but maybe something not so thick, so we went to Olive Garden and I got the Zuppa (my fav! spicy sausage and potato soup). I told myself, and Chris, that I would take the recommended bites as small as half of my pinky finger and chew, chew, chew until it was basically nothing. I did and it took me probably 30 minutes to eat that darn bowl of soup, but I did it and I didn't get stuck! This confirmed my suspicions of me just not eating small enough bites. Which makes a lot of sense because until now, I really didn't have to worry about my bite sizes unless it was bread or pasta, which I pretty much decided I should just stop eating (most of the time...I won't lie. I ate a sandwich or two from Panera but it was very small bites and very slowly with no problems...and toasted).

So today, I brought the rest of my other potato soup with me to eat at work today for lunch. I have been drinking Carnation Instant Breakfast drinks all this week as to not irritate my band, by the way. And they taste way better than protein shakes! (But, alas, do not have nearly the same amount of protein.) I was starving, of course, by 10 am and had some Breakfast on the Go trail mix. I ate each piece individually, slowly, and chewed my heart out. No issues. I was so ready for that soup! Lunchtime came and I got my soup all heated and chopped up nice and small. As soon as I got 4 bites in, BAM STUCK A-FREAKIN-GAIN. I had to PB a few times to try to get some of that out of my esophagus but then I kept trying and trying to eat it. I just wanted my dang soup! Halfway through it and in a ton of pain I gave up, threw it away and went back to work. My chest was really hurting from being stuck and I am now reaching the coughing/yucky sounding lungs part of my cold and I think that REALLY didn't help the probable swelling in my band. Around 2, I was starving (still) so I went to the breakroom and found some left over Johnny Carinos chicken breast from a meeting earlier that afternoon. I heated it up and cut it up into tiny bites and downed 2 or 3 bites in a row...like an idiot. STUCK YET AGAIN.(People always said the band was fickle!) Now this was getting WAY OLD. I felt defeated, frustrated, and honestly, no fat girl likes to be that hungry at work. After the stuck feeling kind of went away, I started to still PB...and I would spit up foam. Oh yes, FOAM. Like a dog with rabies. Sexy. It was at this point I called my doctor's office for some advice.

I should also point out that I ran out of my crazy pills on Monday and didn't have the money to pick them up until tonight. I then started to get annoyed at work, twitching eye annoyed...As soon as my husband called me to say hi, I lost it and started crying...at work. (Which also not fun for a fat girl...or any girl I would imagine.) This, of course, coupled with being hungry, in pain, coughing, and not medicated made my band tighten so much I could barely swallow water. So, I finally came to the decision that maybe, just maybe, my band was too tight (if not for real, at least with this stupid cold). My doctor's nurse finally called me back and I told her what was going on and she immediately said, "You are too tight. Can you come in tomorrow?"

So now, I have an appointment at 9 am with my PA to get some of this fluid taken out. I was pretty upset about it at first because I was so sure this would be my sweet spot. I was very naive in thinking I wouldn't ever be too full or need a slight unfill. I get to learn the hard way instead....awesome! Now, I am just waiting to see what is going to happen. I may, or may not have to do a barium swallow or something like that to check the band and the fluid going through it. I am really hoping this is mostly due to my sickness and stress and they only take 0.5-1 cc out. I really don't want to go all the way back down to where I was. I would feel like its a total waste of my PTO at work and I won't have my awesome TriCare insurance for much longer since Chris is getting out of the Guard soon...I want to be as close as I can to where I need to be as soon as possible. Hopefully, a small unfill will do the trick because I even tried to eat some frozen yogurt to help my swelling and I even got stuck on that... ON FREAKIN FROZEN YOGURT. About 2 hours ago I had some chicken and noodles broth (the thick kind with the noodles I didn't eat *grumble*) and some of Chris's cottage cheese...with no issues.

Yes, thank you band, for letting me know that you are fickle. I get it now. Punk.

I will update everyone tomorrow evening on my first UN-fill appointment! Until then!

Friday, September 2, 2011

RIP Bread.

Well, it's happened. My first real PB (productive burping)/puking experience. This WILL be TMI for some people, so you if you don't like detailed accounts of puking, you may want to skip this post.

Firstly, I knew there would come a point in time where there would be things I could not eat (I dare say, I counted on it). Sadly, that thing is bread - at least the center bits of yummy Panera french bread.

Last Friday, the hubby and I went to Panera for dinner (I <3 Panera!) and I got the mac&cheese with a hunk of bread (because how good does bread dipped in cheese sound?). I know, I know. WHERE IS YOUR PROTEIN ERIN?! Apparently my band felt the same way. I ripped up my hunk of bread and mindlessly took a large bite of the yummy, gooey center bits from the bread. And I even told myself, "That was a big piece...better chew it really well!" Well, apparently I got too excited about it and did not chew or swallow as well as I should have. Almost immediately I was hit with a terrible pain/pressure in my chest. So I sat there for a few seconds willing this stupid bite of bread to go down. I. Was. Majorly. Stuck. I couldn't swallow spit or water. It sucked. After about 5 minutes of trying to swallow spit and will it down, I realized that was NOT happening. I could feel that stupid hunk of bread s-l-o-w-l-y work its way back up my esophagus. So I excused myself and went to the bathroom (YAY for public toilets!....not).

I stood in the stall for a while, spitting out the spit and mucus that wouldn't go down. I wasn't sure what to do really. I'm not one of those people that can put my finger in my throat to throw up. I get my hand to my face and I go "Uhhh ahhhh NO!" Can. Not. Do! So I kept spitting, and spitting, ....and spitting and finally I felt the bread closer to my throat and I wretched a few times and this gross wad of mucus and bread came out! It was disgusting, to say the least. It also wasn't done! I had to do that a few more times before I felt better. I think the rest of it went down.

So after that, I had lost my appetite and I was really upset with myself for being so stupid and knowingly taking that big of a bite of BREAD. What was I thinking? (Besides OMG YUMMY BREAD.) I was afraid to eat anything again until about 2 hours later.

Well, the next morning, we went to Bob Evans before going out of town and I had an egg, some sausage and some toast. I thought, "Hey, I can do toast. It's dry. I won't take big bites. And besides...you can't have a fried egg without toast!" Well, I threw some egg on the toast and took a WAY TOO BIG BITE AGAIN. As soon as I got stuck I was so mad at myself. Did I really just do that AGAIN? Yep, sure did. This time, it hurt worse and took longer to get rid of! It was awful.

Needless to say, I will not be eating bread anymore unless it is crust and very small bites! I am very saddened by this. I love(d) bread. :( Le sigh. Farewell bread...you will be missed.

In other news, that Biggest Loser workout killed me. Literally. My legs still hurt 3 days after I worked out and then on Saturday I bent down to go under a rope and I pulled my left hamstring. Ow. That shizzz hurts. My legs didn't start feeling okay after that until about 2 days ago. I have also been working overtime every night this week and it has pretty much halted anything else I do after work (ie - exercise). In my defense, I am about to start packing my house to move and working as much OT as possible so I can afford it! (PS, trying to get a loan for a house is PAIN IN MY ARSE.) Busy, busy times for this bandster.