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I experienced a blood clot as well. Just do everything the doctor tells you and if you can....walk. If you are on continued therapy, make sure you get your INR checked everytime they tell you. Mine is completely out of whack and now I have to do shots at home twice a day. On the upside, I am down 42lbs, I just haven't been in the frame of mind to enjoy it.

I confess that I think about food often...with mixed results....some days I can practically taste it and others I find it revolting. I confess that at 20 days out, sometimes I don't know what to do. I confess to sometimes thinking that because so many people now know that I have been sleeved, if my weight loss isn't dramatic it will be just another failure. I confess to eating 5 pieces of seasame chicken from my favorite Chinese Restaurant, and being so sick afterward that I have returned to a liquid diet. I confess to eating a hard boiled egg on day 5 of my pre-op liquid diet...(boy that felt good)

Was sleeved on the 27th of July and had been having a hard time ever since. I could eat, couldn't drink and just a general feeling of awfulness. This past Sunday I went to the ER, very dehydrated and in pain. I have a blood clot near my liver and pancreaitis. I wa admitted to the ICU and started on Heparin and clot busters. Just when I thought I was about ready to go home, I was hit with pneumonia. So another 2 day stay. I'm home now, and finally moved to the soft solids but I am still having trouble eating. Not having the gas that I used to, but after I eat anything my intestines seem to hate me. I am hoping that this is temporary and soon I will be rocking my sleeve. On the bright side I am down over 20 lbs....

I'm 2 days post op and I can't imagine ever eating anything again....

Just got home today. I was sleeved on Friday, everything went well. My doctor said he could tell I did well with my liquid diet...and I only have 4 incisions when most of his patients have 5 or 6. I had to spend an extra night in the hospital because my oxygen saturation wasn't that great. I am on oxygen at home now. Hopefully walking will eliminate the need for that. I am also having a hard time with anything going down, I have horrible heartburn and gas. I know that some of you have had that same problem...what did you do? I am not going to be able to keep myself hydrated if I can't get anything to stay down.

Tomorrow is the big day for me!!! The hospital called and I have to be there at 1pm. My husband is working so my step father is taking me. I am honestly more nervous that he is going to crap out on me than about the surgery. I am so excited for this next part of my journey.....

I'm on day 13 and I have horrible heartburn....

An ex-friend of mine wanted to take a trip to Vegas. While there it waw suggested that we go to "The Heart Attack Grill" I hadn't heard of this place, but thought...ok. When we first walked in the door, we were greeted by stripper like nurses and hospital gowns. I should have left right there, but I was with my friends and didn't want to make a scene. It was then suggested that I get on the scale, because if you are over 350 lbs you eat free. It was one of the most humilating experiences of my life, and it seems that this "friend" got some benefit out of exploiting my misery. I dropped this person from my life right after we exited the restaurant....right there on Fremont Street. Life is too short to spend it with people that don't support you, people that demean you and people that just don't understand this process. You might have to make your own family, but its the family you choose, not the family that you were born/married into. Blood isn't the only thing that makes a family. Get yourself to a support group, I found one through my surgeon's office. Go to OA. Join a book club. Anything that will get your focus off what you don't have, and bring you to those that will give you what you need and deserve.

My father dropped me off at an airport when I was 5 and I never saw him again. My stepfather tried, but was a physically abusive jerk to me, while his brother molested me. During my life I have turned food into a friend, a lover, a comfortor because the peole in my life sucked. I compare my eating to a heroin addict, at first its great and everything tastes so good, but soon you just maintain adn eventually that little high that I got when I put the first bite into my mouth wasn't there anymore. I would crave tastes that I didn't even know or remember what they were, just that I wanted some. I have spent some of the most horrible times of my life in the comfort of a fast food bag. Now I have problems walking, breathing and I can't tie my shoes. I was going to die and the only thing I could think about was...nobody will be able to lift the casket so I should be cremated. Then I called BMI and started the process. I am starting to feel better and starting to do nice things for myself that I never felt I deserved in the past. I like myself..for the first time. By going through this process I have given me back to me.

Salmon....

I solved this problem by working from home.......I don't wear shoes either. In all seriousness, one of the things that I am looking forward to post op....wearing bras that don't look like a kevlar vest. Husband seems worried that his fun bags might disappear...but we all must sacrifice for good health.

I am on Day 10 of my pre-op diet. The best advice I can give is find a protein drink that you like. I had a hard time with this and wasn't getting enough the first couple of days. I finally got on Premier Protein from Costco....30 grams of protein, 1 gram of sugar and 160 calories. I drink 3 per day and fill my snacks with Sugar Free Jello and popicles. I have eaten so much Jello that once I am sleeved and finally on soft foods....well....the only time I want to see Jello is if people are wrestling in it. If you need a liquid diet buddy...PM me.

Maybe I spoke too soon. My husband came home from work and made a pot of Moroccan lusiciness and here I sit with my main course....Strawberry Jello...the aroma coming from the kitchen is intoxicating....

Day 6....and I will give an update on my progress....On day 2, I would have been willing to eat the slop my mother served to us growing up called hamburger casserole..yuck. Day three....I would have eaten the dog food. Day 4....the dog started looking good. Day 5....turned things around, I don't feel as hungry all the time. I haven't cheated, but I have eaten a river of popicles and an ocean of Jello. If I never see Jello again..it would make me the happiest woman on the planet.

I'm not sure that I have any room to say anything yet. My sleeve is coming and I am in the liquid diet. I have read several posts about cheating. Its hard, if it were easy I'm not sure any of us would be here. I personally believe that food addiction is insidious, its the only form of addiction where you have to partake in your drug of choice to live. That being said... Control is something that you can give, but can never be given to you. Control is something that you take. In my life I have given control to food, but now I have taken it back. Its not something that is easy, I'm sure that I will stumble, but for right now I have taken back control. Sometimes I am only able to commit to minutes...for example....for the next 5 minutes I will not put something into my body that could potentially harm me, then when that 5 minutes passes I am in control for another 5. Soon that 5 minutes has become an hour, a day, a week and so on. This isn't judgment, as I have said all of us stumble. Its not the stumble that hurts us, its our inability to stand up and move on. As hard as some will be on you for eating cake, they can never be as hard on you as you are on yourself. So pick yourself up, dust yourself off and take control for the next five minutes.