Hello band it was nice when I didn't know you...

I used to think this band would cure my obesity. Um, yeah. I used to think it was "better" than the gastric bypass, um, yeah, right. I used to think the complications were less with the band and I chose the "safer surgery" uh, yeah, right.

I vomit quite a bit. I vomit liquid, I projectile vomit. Some days I actually don't vomit. Yup, no fill in band, still vomit. God help me! I call the office, they say "do what I can" to eat and get liquids in. yeah, right.

This sucks. I have complications. I have a dilated pouch. I am getting surgery. I can kick myself for thinking this was somehow "safer" somehow "superior" and somehow... a better surgery..

I fear this band is going to bankrupt me. I'm not kidding. I was a self-pay. This kills me. I am never going to hear the end of this from my husband. He is never going to let me live this down. What a nightmare.

I need to start praying, because that is the only thing that is going to help me now.