Why I went (somewhat) Rockabilly....

Rockabilly began as a music genre, but is now considered a subculture who's style of dress is heavily influenced by the 1950s.

So, I found this wonderful new way of dressing and I was instantly in love!  I would LOVE to be able to say that I dress like this all of the time, but I don't.  At least, not right now.  I will eventually, when I have gained a much larger wardrobe than the few pieces I have right now.  Also, I say somewhat because I know that I am not fully in line with the style yet.  It's a learning curve that I am trying to catch up to.  So, on to the why.....

To put it simply, I love it.  In the almost 33 years I have been on this earth, I have never found a style that I felt I fit into.  I have always been the girl who sticks out like a sore thumb when I try to "get with the times".  Then, one day, I found this style and wondered.  Now, I actually get up and do my hair and make-up most days.  It's actually pretty great!  I never thought I would be that girl.  So, I went from this:

To this:

I basically wear my hair one of two ways right now, though I am trying to learn a third and it fits me. 

I feel pretty and like I actually look good.  I know that people stare at me because I look different and this time, it's OK.  I actually enjoy it rather than feeling like I am some freak.  I feel like I was meant to find this look.  I feel better about myself when I dress up like this than I ever have before.  For those of you that know me well, know that is HUGE!  I feel like I belong.  Period.  Again, that is HUGE!  It is a style that is very easy to dress up while being comfortable.  I'm a t-shirt and jeans girl at heart and this style allows me to do that while still being a pretty girl.

So...Yes, it's different.  Yes, I means to do that with my eye make-up.  No, it's not going to change. :)

Here are a few more pics that I love.  Oh!  And my shoes!  LOVE them!

Bad Birthday Mommy!

I am SUCH a bad birthday mommy!  I neglected to post about and wish my little Mouse a Happy Birthday...almost a whole month ago!  Ugh!  So...here goes now! (So sorry Mouse! I love you!)

On Nov. 24th, my little Mouse turned 2!!!  Can you believe it?!  2!!!  It's as if she has grown up over night.  She went from being a little baby to this little girl who is walking running through our house and chattering away.  Sometimes we don't know what she is saying and other times she is popping out 5-6 word sentences!  She loves Elmo, her blankey, and her sister. (Even if she acts like she doesn't) 

I can't believe that she has gone from this:

To this:

in two short years. 

We love you so very much little Mouse and can't wait to see you grow and change.

Happy 3 Year Transplativersary!

My little Monkey received her gift of life three years ago today!!!!  Happy transplantiversary!  I love you SO much. (So do daddy and sissy)  Thank you Donor Angel for letting us have our little girl, we love you!

http://emberriley.blogspot.com/2011/11/3-years-ago.html

So many thoughts.....

...so little room inside my head! 

That is how I am feeling lately.  I have so many things going on inside my head right now that I wish I could just hit the pause button.  Most of it revolves around what I am going to do about this whole losing the band issue.  A lot of the thoughts aren't even my own, they are everyone else's.  It's like I have this pollution of other opinions in my head that I can't seem to shake.  Not that other opinions are always a bad thing, it's just a lot right now.  Some of the thoughts are about school and wondering if I am even going to make it through this crazy semester.  Also wondering if I can even get a good enough grade on the test I have to take to apply for nursing school.  Ugh! 

First off, I still don't know what the answer is for the issue of losing my band.  Admittedly, I suppose I really shouldn't since it hasn't even been a whole month since it had to come out.  I just wish there was an easy answer.  I wish I could reassure myself and everyone else that I've got it handled and know what I am doing.  The truth is, I have no effing clue!  I'm not even back to 100% yet so I suppose I shouldn't worry about it, but I am.  I am gaining weight back and it's depressing.  I am hearing from everywhere, including my own mom, that I don't need the band.  That I can do this on my own.  I can absolutely see where everyone is coming from, especially mom, given what I have been through.  However, if I didn't need the band and really could do this on my own I wouldn't have gotten it in the first place.  Every other tool I have ever used has failed. Or, well, I have failed at using it.  This was the only tool that ever worked and worked well for me.  On the other hand, no one can guarantee what happened would never happen again.  I'm not sure I am ready for a more invasive procedure.  I wasn't when I got my band the first time.  I just don't know yet.  I feel like I don't belong anywhere right now.  I mean, I have had WLS, but I don't have my tool anymore, so I technically can't say I belong with the WLS group anymore.  Plus, having had WLS, my outlook on certain things is different, and people still don't understand why.  Especially now that I don't "have" to follow the rules.  So, I really don't belong with the non WLS groups either.  *sigh*  I am just sad, angry, and confused about this whole mess right now.

As far as school goes, I am going to trudge through, but I am worried.  I have been trying and trying to get prepared for applying for nursing school and something always comes up.  I have been trying to apply now for 3.5 years and it still hasn't happened.  I have to take a college mandated test and get a certain percent on the math portion in order to even be able to apply.  So far, that hasn't happened.  *Sigh*  This semester is going to be rough as well.  I am taking Anatomy & Physiology 1 & 2 at the SAME TIME!  Why yes, I am crazy!  Thank you for asking!  I have to if I want to apply for next years nursing program.  I need to re-take A&P 1 to get a better grade and I have to take A&P 2 because it has to be completed by the end of this semester.  Never mind the fact that this is my THIRD TIME taking these classes.  All schools have a 5 year window on their sciences!  Which, imo, is ridiculous! 

The one good note I do have right now is that I have started the C25K program over again and it is going well.  I finished Week 2 Day 2 this morning and it was good.  I think I am a little slower now than last time, but as I said above I am not completely myself either.  I can't wait until I feel better and can get through the day without being so exhausted I can barely keep my eyes open.  I am sure my Monkey and Mouse can't wait for mommy to get back to 100% either. 

I lost it...

So, a lot has happened since my last post!  Unfortunately most of it is actually pretty bad.  I did make it through week 5 of the C25K training before the bad stuff happened!  Very excited about that!  So, I will just kind of lay out timeline for everyone starting on July 10th. Warning, this is kind of long!

July 10 -

I woke up with a slight bit of pain in my chest when I coughed.  I had this annoying dry cough for going on 3 weeks now, so I really didn't think much about it other than I would be calling my Dr again on Monday to see what else we could do.  We had planned on taking the day to go looking at e-readers and taking the girls to Build-A-Bear to use their yard sale money.  We went to Best Buy first and by the time we got there, my pain had gotten a little worse.  It was getting a little difficult for me to walk around a lot and the girls were being little heathens so we left after about 30 minutes of looking.  We then went to the mall and got the girls to Build-A-Bear.  By then I was hurting more when I just tried to take a deep breath.  I was concerned that I was having an issue with my band, so I called the surgeons exchange and was given no real decent info other than if it gets worse, go to the ER.  Ugh! By the time we got home, the pain was unbearable and we decided to take the girls to my mom's and head up to the ER.  We went to the ER at the hospital where I had my band done at just in case it was a band issue.  When we got there, I was given blood work, a CT scan, and an EKG (because of the chest pains).  They also had me do a Urine test, but I haven't a clue why.  They NEVER came and took it to the lab.  Also, for half the time I was in the ER, I didn't even have an arm band.  I mean, they had no clue who I was with nothing to check it against.  Anyway, the CT scan was normal so they said that they thought I had a condition called Pleurisy.  They gave me a shot of pain meds and sent me home with an prescription for pain pills and told me to drink lots of fluids.  O.k., great.  I can do that.  Well, while we were waiting at the pharmacy, I took a few drinks of Apple Juice and suddenly got a horrible pain located at the base of my sternum and it shot down to my left lower abdomen.  It was horrible.  I couldn't get it to stop.  I was worried about a UTI and was just going to call the Dr the next day if the pain didn't go away.

07/11 - The pain didn't go away.  In fact, it was worse!  So bad that I couldn't move or be touched without screaming out in pain.  My mom was here taking care of me and started calling all three of my Dr's.  (OB - just in case it was something related, Primary care, and lap-band surgeon)  ALL of them said to head back to the ER.  I was terrified.  It is about a 30 minute car ride and the pain pills were not helping me AT ALL!  So, we get back into the car and make the long, horrible drive to the ER again!  They did another CT scan, this time of my whole abdomen and chest, drew more blood, and called the Lap-Band interns (or as I call them ducklings) in to see me just in case.  They, again, did no urine test.  The interns decided to take fluid out of my band to see if that would help at all with my pain.  It did slightly with the pain in my chest, but did nothing for the pain in my abdomen.  After a long wait, the Dr came in and told me "Well, the CT scan doesn't show anything so we aren't sure what is wrong.  We are going to send you home with a medication that helps with Ulcers just in case you have one.  Follow up with your surgeon and primary care tomorrow."  I asked point blank if the pain could be from a cyst on my left side.  He told me, "Well, you have a cyst, but it's on the other side."  That was fine.  I have known about a cyst on the right side for awhile now, but it's never caused problems.  As the Dr. kept talking he confused me by referring to a cyst on the left side too.  So, I then asked, "Do I have a cyst on the left and right side?".  He said yes, the one on the right was smaller than the one on the left.  I was SO confused!  I asked to see the CT scan report so I could give it to my OB when I saw him.  When I got the CT report I was even more confused and mad.  The CT report mentioned NOTHING about a cyst on the left side!  So, home we went.  All the while, I am in unbearable pain.  I cried the entire ride home I hurt so bad.

07/12 - The huz stayed home with me.  I couldn't move at all without yelling out in pain.  I called ALL of my Dr's looking for appointments that day so I could get an answer for my pain.  No one could see me until Wednesday.  I was SO angry.  I actually told my primary care's office (after I got a lecture about going to the ER I went to rather than the one they are associated with) that I felt like I was going to die before someone cared enough to figure out what was wrong with me.  So, I spent another day wallowing in pain.  The only saving grace I had was that the pain meds would put me to sleep even if they didn't numb the pain.  I had three Dr's appointments the next day beginning with my Lap-Band surgeon.  And later in the day they called to tell me that I couldn't have anything to eat or drink after midnight. And, oh by the way, no pain meds either! 

07/13 - I was in so much pain, I was reduced to riding in a wheel chair to the Dr's office.  I cried on the way to his office in the car, on the wheel chair ride from the car to his office, and while in his office waiting to see him.  When I finally saw him, he elected to admit me into the hospital right away.  He wanted to do an upper GI to see of there were any ulcers, tears, or erosion in my stomach that would be causing this.  NOT what I wanted to do, but I needed answers.  And, honestly, after 3 1/2 days of constant pain I was worn out and couldn't really fight anymore.  So, we do the GI scope and find NO answers.  I was told that the next option would be surgery to put a camera into my abdominal cavity to see what was actually going on.  If the band was infected it would have to be removed.  So, I go down for surgery and find out that because of the infection my blood sugar is well over 400!!!!!!  So, then we start with the insulin on top of the pain meds and anti nausea meds I was taking.  After surgery, I wake up to find out the band was removed and I had two drains as well as two open incisions that had to be packed every day!  I was told that I had a "female infection" that also affected the band so it had to come out.  I was on three IV antibiotics and two different pain meds as well as anti nausea meds. 

7-13 through 7-16 - I endured 4 days of hell in the hospital.  VERY not impressed with them.  I had no answers and no real care at all.  My mom came up on Friday and helped give me a sponge bath because no one at the hospital had offered.  Thursday I was left in the bathroom for 30 minutes with no help at all and I only saw my nurse 3 times her entire shift!  Any time I asked what the labs were for, I got the answer of "We just need to get some labs".  Finally on Saturday I had enough and got my mom to come up to talk to the Dr's. I really felt like either I needed to be transferred to another hospital or be released!  It was THAT bad.  I also felt like maybe I was just too foggy from the pain meds and making a lot of it up or not remembering I did have answers.  Well, it wasn't me and I didn't have answers.  Mom didn't really get any either, but I was released.  I think it was more because they wanted to get me out of their hair!

SO, fast forward a week and I am still feeling bad.  My OB is VERY concerned about the care I received and basically offered to completely take over my case even though it really wasn't his issue.  He did an exam and ultrasound and really didn't think that I had any "female infection" at all, but couldn't tell unless he saw pictures from my surgery.  He was trying to get them, but the hospital wasn't playing nice with him at all.  I had called several times and finally got a release from the hospital so he and I can both see my records.  I just wanted answers!

Today I got a few.  I saw the surgeon and he sad that he still thought it was some type of female infection that started the whole thing.  He also said that it could take up to another month for me to feel completely normal again.  That was not news I wanted to hear.  He was very concerned about how I felt and that today is my last day of antibiotics.  He told me that the cultures they took from my surgery grew gram positive virulent cocci.  It is just a type of bacteria that you can get.  He is confident that the antibiotics he gave me are treating it, but wants to make sure that I was on them long enough. 

So, for now I still have a sharp pain in my back whenever I move the wrong way or take too deep of a breath.  He said that he thought it was muscle or nerve related and it would take time to go away.  I got the staples removed so I can try to lift the girls now.  Not sure how that is going to go.  And I am still out of breath when I do very little activity.  However, I am here and progressing.  It was very scary not knowing what was wrong with me.  I truly thought that I might die.  It was to the point where I was going to start writing letters to my girls just in case.  It seems overly dramatic now, but I can tell you that nothing I have ever gone through has scared me like this.  It still kind of bugs me today when I think about it.  Hopefully time will help.

Guilty as charged!

This post is a little late (considering the incident happened on the 17th!), but better late than never!  Let me start off by saying that this journey through weight loss surgery has been rough at times.  By rough, I don't mean the, this "diet" is too hard so I will cheat a day type of rough.  I mean, changing your entire life, the way you think about food, and getting something literally stuck and having to puke rough. 

Yes, I did say puke!  Because that is what happened to me on the 17th!  You are told straight up that it can and will happen.  Then you go about your daily life thinking, "Not me.  I'm going to be so good and follow the rules so well that I will be fine." (Insert hockey goal horn here) WRONG! Friday morning a friend had surgery and I was trying to get her prescription filled quickly so I could get it back to her.  I decided to get something to eat because I was starving.  Well, I wasn't paying a bit of attention and started eating like I would have before my surgery.  It wasn't until about the 4th bite that I started to notice a horrific pain in my chest.  Then I noticed that I could literally feel the food in my throat.  It took about 5 minutes for me to get it all back up and, let me tell you, it was the most horrible experience I have EVER had.  I've never had a heart attack, but that is what I equated the pain to.  Needless to say, I have learned my lesson.  Since then I have slowed down and really tried to watch what I eat. 

As a result of that and Support group the other night, I have decided to challenge myself to keep up with the 60g of protein requirement this week.  In order to do that, starting yesterday I have been taking pictures of breakfast, lunch, and dinner with the calories and protein content and posting them to facebook.  It is a bit of an interactive food journal for me.  Yesterday it kept me honest and I didn't try to cheat by not eating as much protein.  It's kind of one of those things of "I told my friends I am having this, so I have to!".  Plus, I think it is neat to show people what I am eating and how much is an actual serving for me. 

Also, as of last week, I am down 22 pound!  I have also finished week 3 of the Couch to 5K!  excited about that!  Hopefully it will stop raining today so I can start on week 4!  I am thinking about registering for a 5K on August 13th, but I'm not sure yet.  I was going to wait until after this week to see how it goes.  If I have to repeat too many weeks, I won't be ready for it.  We will see.  Here are a few pics that I have posted of the food!

Turkey sausage and 2 scrambled eggs 300c/25P

Pita with turkey, roast beef, and Colby jack cheese slice, light mayo, and mustard. With ranch cucumbers. 196.2c/21.17p made it past 60g of protein for the day!!!!

Things I've noticed and other news...

It has been almost 5 weeks since my surgery.  Over that time, there are things that I have started to notice.  Some of them bother me and some of them I am alright with.  These things are:

- I have not bitten my fingernails once since my surgery date.  They are actually growing!

- Some friends do not understand why I had my surgery and it appears that a few of them could care less to try to understand.  Thank you to those of you who are trying to understand.

- The food police are everywhere!

- I feel better, healthier.

- I am still obsessed with stepping on the scale every day!

- My life still revolves around food, but in a much better way.

- I feel like I am actually accomplishing something with my new running/walking program.

- A lot of family and friends have told me that they notice my 20 pound weight loss (19 according to my Dr's scale. I like my scale better!) just by looking at me, but I can't see it yet.

- This process is even harder than I thought it was going to be.  I mean, I knew it was going to be hard, but I think it's harder.

Now, on to other news.  Monday I got my first fill in my band.  By special request, I am going to explain that.  It seems that I haven't been as good at that as I had thought!  You see, when the band was first put in, it wasn't filled at all.  If you want to know what the band looks like, go here.  They do this because of the swelling that happens from the initial placement of the band around the stomach.  Typically you go to the dr 4-6 weeks after your surgery for your first fill.  A fill means that the dr will take a needle and stick it into the port, which is just under the skin (mine is just above my belly button), and will fill the band with a small amount of saline solution.  This is what helps you to feel full quicker and for a longer period of time.  Depending on the person, you can have between 4-6 fills before you are at the point that works best for you.  I have also been told that a lot of people can't tell that big of a difference with their first fill.  Which, so far, has been my case.  We will see as I start progressing to ground beef and chicken.  That is this coming week!  Yay!  next fill is July 25th! 

Oh!  I finally got my salad and it was great!!!!  Yum!  I also made it through week one of the C25K program!  Week 2 started Monday.  Let me tell you, this fat soon to be skinny girl can barely run for 90 seconds at a time!  That is pitiful!  But, I am pushing through it.  We will see what tomorrow brings with day 2 of week 2.