What a difference a day makes! Well, in my case, 3 days!
I am finally on the mend!!!! HURRAY!
What a ride! To all you newly or soon to be Bandsters: IT HURTS! YOU ARE GOING TO HURT BUT DO NOT GET DISCOURAGED!. It is supposed to be that way! After all -- your innards have been rearranged and they are letting you know that they do not "handle change well". Hang in there, you are not dying. In two weeks, you will be okay!
I am a bit delayed. I had a lung issue-- some big fancy name-- but it was a complication. What I thought was pain from the surgery and being filled with gas till you are the size of a small Orca Whale, was actually my lungs screaming. Antibioics, steroids, and strong cough medicine have helped me to feel MUCH MUCH MUCH BETTER! Praise the Lord!
So the moral of my story --------->>>>>>
1. The hospital will give you an incentive spirometer. USE IT! Like it is your job. It will help your lungs. It is important to breathe! I find to to be very beneficial to my existence.
2. Get protein EVERY DAY! If you get a sweet fruity taste in your mouth, you are not getting protein and it is a potential harmful situation and could be fatal. Try your BEST to get that protein in every day!
3. Stay up with your pain meds. Do not miss them--even for one minute. Your innards are different now and it takes a bit longer to get them into your bloodstream now. I set an alarm on my iPhone.
4. Get the book, "The Complete Idiot's Guide to Eating Well After Weight Loss Surgery". My Secret Santa, Banded Bella, sent it to me and I have not put it down! It was the perfect gift for the New Bandster! Wish I had the book BEFORE my surgery.
Now for the Happy Faces!!!!!!!!
-I have already shrunk out of two pairs of jeans. Taking them to our Church's Thrift House next week.
-My Sister said, "So when your jacket gets too big, I want it!". Never in my life have I been smaller that my Sister! I also hadn't thought about my jacket getting too big! It is the perfect jacket!!!!??!?!???!!!
-I participated in the Annual Cookie Day at Grandma's House! I made Snickerdoodles. The Fatty Me would have sampled and sampled and sampled----baked and unbaked----it did not matter. The Banded Me, absentmindedly, licked her fingers once, snapped back to attention, washed her hands and no sampling would be found anywhere near me again! I am VERY PROUD of me!!!!!
Well, Merry Christmas Everyone! :) :) :) :) :) :)