Week Two: Looking Forward to Texture!

Week two (post op) has so far been pretty good...

We have found a new flat :D Big Grin! Free, I am hoping, from bread knife wielding, drug taking neighbours! It has an outdoor space, so were going to buy a picnic bench for some summer BBQ's... which left me to wonder will I ever be able to eat a BBQ? I'm sure I will, will just avoid the bread!

So like I said physically feeling alot better this week, still the occasional shoulder tip pain which is far from pleasant, I may just forget myself at times and drink a bit too quickly, but it reminds me its still there.

As the swelling has started to go down, especially the last couple of days I have been able to feel some lumps and bumps below my skin which I am guessing is the port, annoyingly its almost pretty much on my bra line which does make certain bras, well, a no-goer!

 

So that's bras and BBQ's put on the back burner, worth it??
Oh Yes! Well, you can judge...

In total since the start of my pre-op diet I have lost 1 stone!

So, this is what 14 stone looks like! I am getting there!

Despite the pain, the scars (which are really minimal), the ups and downs and upsets, I feel like I am making my peace with my little band 

(which I am yet to name.. any suggestions?!)

But I must say, I have never regretted getting it done!

So the next few weeks are looking significantly more textured, I have been super busy this week and made loads of food (with texture!) and frozen it in little boxes. I also have the ultimate big test coming up, of eating out, sensibly I checked out their menu online, which was filled with so many lovely things, but none were band friendly, so I have just given them a quick call, explained and apparently I will have a few options on the night, more band friendly, fingers crossed! I am also starting my new job next week after having had two weeks of sick thanks to my medical note!

Will keep you all posted,

Lots of love xxx

No Pain, No Gain!

Well hello!

The Fella, keeping everyone informed on my bed!

Here I am post banding, day 4 post op! I am finally beginning to feel human again...ish! I know my Fella has kept you all well informed..... but I felt I ought to get back to blogging and update everyone!

So, I had my op on Friday, it was without doubt the most terrifying thing I have ever done! The journey up there was fine, we stopped in some services on our way up and that was when the nerves really set in, by the time we pulled up I was in all honesty a total nervous wreck!

Finally,  I am now sat in my posh room, and in for a long wait! Que self entertainment with posing for silly photos in TED stockings and my gown! Watching Jezza and reading Take a Break, all my guilty pleasures!

About the same sort of time though I started to cry, and started begging the fella to take me home... alas he talked me round (thankfully!) and before I knew it, I was being taken to theatre. Having worked in theatre I had certain expectations which was stupid and actually, knowledge on this afternoon was not helpful! So as I was being put to sleep instead of trying to relax I was wondering what drugs he was using and what size cannula he had used, I could have looked to see but, I fell asleep, as is the intention with an anesthetic! Next thing I know, I'm back in my room shaking and the nurse is saying I'm tachy... I somehow in my sleep induced state start trying to explain to my fella who was worrying that this was only normal... how typical of me!

The night went past drifting in and out of sleep, in pain, taking pain killers, drinking peppermint tea and walking about to trying to release the pain of the trapped gas under my ribs and in my shoulder, not the best of nights in all honesty.

You can never have enough PILLOWS

The following morning I was taken home and since then have ensued with a regular regime of pain killers... only liquid paracetamol??!! If you are reading this and are thinking of having this op done, fight to get sent home with something a little stronger!
Unfortunately before the op I had a horrible cold and the day before had a temp of 38! Thankfully I was better on the day but post op, I had a post cold cough... which really, really hurts post banding!
Each day has got better and better, sleeping has been difficult because you physically cant sleep on your side which I'm used to so lots of pillows are needed behind you and under legs, have lots of pillows in stock! They will be needed!

So for the next two weeks I am on a liquid diet, which is fine because having had 4mls put into my band I am not that hungry,  I am taking vitamin supplements and trying to remember to drink!

I have to have an x-ray in a few weeks along with my first band fill and a new job to start!

Will keep you all posted!

Much Love xxx

P.s- I now weigh 14 stone 5lbs (-9lbs) :D

Notes from the Fella - The Big Day!

Today is the big day.  Well, today was the big day.  Sorry to spoil the ending, but everything is fine and our little Bandit is lying asleep next to me.

Done.  The end!

...no?  Okay, I’ll fill you in on what happened today then you nosey so-n-so!

A semi-sleepless night didn’t aid the 5am wake up alarms.  With the car turning up at anytime between 6 and 6.30am, it was essential we get cracking.  I finished off what packing was needed whilst the heroin of this story decided it was the best time to shave her legs, do her hair and put on some make-up.  She was in no doubt that the make-up was coming straight back off at the hospital, but one has to look good for the car journey!

Our driver, Paul, arrived just before 6, but luckily we were ready to “rock ‘nd roll” by then.  Bags packed, phones charged, we jumped in the car and enjoyed a traffic-free, sleepy Brighton town.  The journey was smooth and speedy, reaching the hospital just south of Birmingham in less than 3 hours.  With our Bandit ordered to be “nil by mouth” (bar water) since midnight, the soup at 10pm the night before would be her only energy for the operation day.  When the clock struck 7am, the last gulp of water was ceremoniously taken and our little Bandit would not see anything grace her mouth until the anaesthetic tubing.

The private hospital, being the first private hospital I’ve ever been inside, seemed very much like a Spa are first; people walking around in dressing gowns, nurses in red uniforms and lots of pictures of body parts.  Signed and checked in with our bags, the first hurdle approached: the pre-op check.

Much like the Aztecs and stories of wizards and dragons, a blood sacrifice was required by our heroin.  The doctor drawing blood took no notice of the advice blessed upon him by our heroin.  She kindly let him know that normal techniques weren’t going to cut the mustard, he however, was determined to have mustard with his sausages.  The first attempt did not work, and so he returned with a longer, thinner needle, which was re-entered into the same fresh wound.  For anyone that doesn’t like injections or needles, that last sentence can’t have been fun to read, so now imagine it happening to you.  Luckily, a switch of arm and bit of wiggling drew three little vials of blood for testing.  To keep you all interested, the blood type came back as A RhD positive.  So, if you live in the Brighton area and want to donate some A Rh D positive goodness, we’ll take it off your hands (£5 per pint, ONO).

With the hard part over, it was time to settle in to our suite. 

The room had a nice, big, flat-screen TV, an adjustable bed, wardrobe, wet room and a fan.  Not just any fan, this one wasn’t restricted to the ceiling, it was a fully adjustable, moveable fan!  But enough about the fan, we’re here for the juicy operation gossip! (For more information on fans, but see my fan blog, “Fan-tastic”).

After waiting around for a bit, our Bandit got into her costume.  Her ability to work a gown and paper undies is nothing short of exceptional, I think it gives inspiration for a new fashion line.  With us set up in the room at 10am and the operation set for 3pm, it looked like it was going to be a long wait.  Many games of Angry Birds were played, and I was forced (you read right, forced) to eat some food.  My attempt to go “nil by mouth” by accident was quickly abandoned when a Tesco sandwich and a pack of Snack-a-jacks disappeared into my mouth.

What seemed like a long wait quickly turned into a blip in time when two nurses entered the room at just before 2pm.  Our heroin was lead away, not to be seen again until she was wheeled back into the room.  I was left alone.

Feel no pity for me dear reader, I had a TV with Freeview at my disposal.  Jeremy Kyle was my company until the Bandit was wheel back in an hour and a half later.  Pretty damn speedy if you ask me!  Everything had gone well and sleep seemed the only objective for our heroin now.  Well, that and checking her obs.  I’m not sure if you’ve been through surgery before, I haven’t, but from the stories I’ve been told, people are unreasonable and unhelpful, not asking what their pulse rate and blood pressure is.  This, I remind you though, is not a normal person, but an incredible nurse, so I guess it should have been expected.

As I write this, it has just turned 6pm, and our brave heroin is sleeping peaceful with the sounds of Harry Potter audio books on in the background and me mashing the keyboard, trying to write something worthy of the ordeal our heroin as been through today.  But let us not forget, this is not the end of things, but the start, albeit the start of 2 weeks of soups and more until textured foods are flowing again, but still, the start of our heroin’s new journey...

Pre Op Diet: Total Naked Honesty!

Pre Op Diet: Day One!

Today is day one of the milk, slimfast and yohgurt pre op diet! Thankfully im only having to do it for five days and my fella is joining me in it! I was told to weigh myself today and this would be my starting weight.

Breakfast for two

This morning dusting off my Wii fit I stand on their for the first time in 52 days, it likes to remind you of these things and I have shamefully put on 4lbs, not as bad I was expecting and all things considered it could have been worse! At the start of this year I was 2 stone heaviver then I am now, and lost that through simple healthy eating and exercise.

Time for Total Naked Honesty! This morning I stood on our scales and

I weigh exactly 15 stone!

And to give you a visual this is what that looks like......

There we are, no more hiding, I have even told my fella just what a big weight his girlfriend is and used to be! It was with great debate I've put these pictures up, and sorry for those with weak stomaches or the easily offended, but I decided im not ashamed of my figure, I have alot of fun, I have never struggled in getting a boyfriend and generally have found some peace with being a fatty, and as the classic Mika song goes, Big Girls You Are Beautiful!!!

                                                                                         

                                                     ..... and plus it makes for good reading!

So there we are, total naked honesty from me today, we both have the day off so going out to buy in stocks of multi-vitamins, soup and yohgurt! Tomorrow im off for my pre op wax! and then its my last day at work which means the age old tradition of cake, cake and more cake! I will be strong, I will survive, I will resist!

Round Two, Ding Ding! The GP's!

So, about a week to go and pretty much everything is sorted after a super busy day yesterday!

I of course won't name and shame, however, having recently moved from a good GP to a pretty rubbish one, it makes you appreciate your old family doctor a lot more! Long live the old family GP! The Hospital called me yesterday to say they were just waiting on a letter from my GP, which they had refused to send because they require a fee, which is fine until I called my GP and found out just how much they charged for a letter, brace yourself... £75! Had I been sat down I'd have fallen off my seat, instead I was standing in the kitchen, so I held on to the sink!

Gone now were my thoughts of a relaxing day off to go shopping, I was a woman on a mission of injustice!

Never before have I got ready and out of the door so quickly! Within about 10 minutes, I was standing in the GP reception with dripping wet hair and no make-up (excellent look)! Apparently my demands to see the GP who wanted to charge me that amount of money was "not avaliable". I was assured the practice manager would call me, who conveniently was on her lunch break!
In her defence I did get a call back, unfortunately for her I had had time to brew and was now in the card shop trying to find my brother a birthday card when she called back. Bad timing all round, I was in a fairly bad mood by now, I couldn't get an appointment with the beauticians (the eyebrows are desperately seeking attention!), I couldn't find a card for my brother and I couldn't get the bank to process the money for the operation!

I probably gave everyone in the shop a good quality performance for 10 minutes, free of charge, after I had got off the phone my ear was red and warm, I still hadn't found a card and I was still having to pay £75 for a letter! Thoroughly demoralised I went to the children's section, picked out a googly eyed dinosaur for my 31 year old brother and went to the till, (I hope he will forgive me) with  some funny looks from the cashier who I'm sure had watched the whole spectacle I had put on in his shop!
Thankfully I got a call back after she had spoken to the doctor and miraculously I could now get a free print out of my medical records! Dint know they could do that... but hey! I even got her to fax it to the hospital!.... BETTER!

So today, I got the all clear, my anesthetist has signed my file off and all set to go! Just need to start thinking Gastric Band mode! I am seeing this weekend as my final weekend of freedom for a long time which is probably not the best outlook, but we are going back to out parents for the annual folk festival, cue homemade preserves, Victoria sponges, Morris dancing and lots and lots of very strong cider!
Next week is slim-fast, Muller lights and nil cigarettes!.... Bring it on!

Speak soon xxx

I came, I saw, I conquered: meeting the surgeon!

SO it is time to seize the day! and here starts my little adventure!

We met with the surgeon a couple of weeks ago, the most nervous drive I have had in a long time, with the cheering thought that we could go to IKEA afterwards!

LOL

I must be honest here and say that the consultation in my medical opinion was a bit of a disaster, in fact, I don't really feel he gave a crap, before I had even met him he was worried about being late to pick his daughter up, so I never really feet he was that focused on the consultation and before I knew it he had finished talking, and I was being asked 'any questions?' Feeling a bit overwhelmed I groped round my bag for the scrap bit of paper I had scribbled my questions on, most of which he had answered, except one!


I then proceeded into a 'discussion' with the surgeon over having to stop a contraceptive pill! I am proud to say it helps having a little bit of inside knowledge and being a theatre nurse really does give you the upper hand when entering into negotiations with your surgeon as a patient! Long story short, I was right, he was wrong and I am now the proud owner of a voicemail with an apology from him! AND I don't have to stop my pill! Hurrah!!!!

The master plan

From now on I get to wait nervously for another two and a half weeks, the plan is: to get in as many cigarettes as I can before I give up... (that is the plan!) and have a 'last supper' with my nearest and dearest, or maybe two! I am also leaving my current job and will one week after my opp be starting at my new job. 
Oh and looking for a new flat, courtesy of my insanely rude neighbours who keeps us awake with his outrageously loud sex and music at insane hours of the morning.... Off to go and look at a flat later this afternoon : Exciting times!


Much Love and Speak Soon xxx