It’s a good thing I’m not doing NaBloPoMo this year, considering I just remembered to change my banner today. What? Is it November already?
So I went to my follow up appointment last Tuesday – again without alerting Dad about any of this – and my favorite nurse practitioner grabbed me instead of the surgeon or his PA. In many ways, I preferred that but it meant I didn’t get my questions answered. I was concerned because I was having the same symptoms that brought me into the office to begin with – reflux and irritation of the band area. Surprise, the surgeon did not unfill the band as he told me he would during the stupid surgery – so I had an extra week of reflux and irritation from a too-tight band. At any rate, Wendy took some fluid out and I’m gradually improving.
The thing to do now is to get back on my lap-band eating plan and start losing weight again. And yet, I’m still not doing that. If the reflux doesn’t stop, the band may have to come out. It could be creating an ulcer or, worse case scenario, the band could infiltrate the wall of my stomach. I really don’t want either of those things. This week, I couldn’t help thinking about the victims of Sandy and friends who are going through some very hard times, and here I am worrying about having too much to eat. There’s something very sad about that. It’s not that I want bigger problems in my life – but this is something I surely should be able to solve.