DeLarla

It's been over a year since I've thought about this topic, but I do recall a discussion I had with Inamed. They said there was no proof that certain auto immune diseases could cause band rejection, but they were using information from past breast implant rejections in this same type of auto immune patient. I'm having a hard time coming up with the right words, but something like, "If breast implants reject due to the disease there's a greater chance other foreign implants will reject." Don't quote me, but DO search this site since there's a whole great discussion somewhere.

I cheated and was afraid my surgeon wouldn't do the surgery. When I told him, he was very empathetic and said, "Don't worry Honey, the band is going to help you from now on." Shrinking the liver makes it "easier" for a doc to place the band, but my doc went forward even though I hadn't lost any weight during my pre-op days. Good luck, and congrads on only slipping twice!

Hey new gals, another reason people don't see you is because there are so many new posts every day. If you want to keep your thread "live" so others can see it, we do something called, "Bumping a thread." All that means is you have to type a response to put your post back at the top of the list, otherwise other threads will show up on top. So I'm bumping this since LBT is busier during the week. Soon you won't be able to keep up with all the friends you meet here! And just so there's no confusion, Blossom's passing had nothing at all to do with the band.

I’m thinking anyone who says, “yuck” about a vagina must be too young to understand how LBT is the only place in the world where we feel physically normal. Could you imagine talking about inner-thigh rashes, “aprons” or “fupas” in a hotel lobby or in the office lunch room? Now, back to our regularly scheduled Vagina discussion. Since nobody else said it, leave it to the mouth (that would be me, duh.) I have to work my vaginal muscles more often than I care too since I used to tinkle when I sneezed. I thought it was just due to age, but my girl parts got just as weak and floopy as my arms & ass when I hit 300#. When I say, “I just wet my pants from laughing" I wasn't kidding. Now that I've lost weight and gained some muscle, my Vagina, I'm able to squeeze my giblets while sneezing so no piddle leaks out. If that's too personal to discuss here, should I tell my mail carrier? Perhaps a stewardess? I'm very angry at my Ben Wa Balls because I should have them mastered by now but they keep falling out. Cooter push-ups are just as hard as regular ones.

Hey you! Hang in there! Some people get banded like they had a cavity filled and bounce back to normal. Then there was me - UG! But it will get better. Be careful though, because some of us felt better after a couple days, but then felt much worse for a few more days before getting all the way better. Have someone rub almond oil in your feet and brush your hair. Get spoiled, k?

Ladysplenda, either send me a PM with your address, or request a catalog through my site. I'd like to know which 11 women voted against a vagina thread? We might all be laughing, but how the hell else are we supposed to discuss the subject? I can't even quote the "correct medical terminology" as given above without falling off my chair, that's damn funny. My husband likes my gina the way it is. He thinks having sex with skinny women is like, "Screwing a bag of antlers." But, my FUPA isn't as meaty as some women's, I suppose. Maybe that's because I'm a shaver, so I don't have all the poof. I'm going for the full Brazillian this summer! By the way, is everyone doing their Kegels? And a one, and a two, and sqeeeeeze, and hold. Gimme 100.

I had similar concerns about my auto immune disease, and the warnings are only related to a specific type of auto immune disease. This has all been discussed in great detail, so I won't go into a whole explanation. But do a search here at LBT and you'll see what I'm talking about. Or, check for all my posts from about a year ago, or search for "Sarcoid" or "Sarcoidosis" since that's the name of mine, which may lead you to those discussions. Not all surgeons are familiar so do your homework.

It never seemed like too many people were having bands removed till they all end up in one thread. Anthony, I'm sure there's a difference between having a band removed compared to having an eroded band removed, which may be the reason for a longer hospital stay. When my eroded band was removed they had to repair preferations, so I stayed longer and had a rotten time of it. And yes, I still have restriction. I just don't respect it the way I should. What's that thing we all say??? Oh, "I'll quit junk food tomorrow."

Sunta, try sipping warm liquids. My 5 surgeons all wanted me on clear liquids for a week, meaning apple juice, broth, Jello, Gatorade. Many of us were instructed to avoid thick Protein drinks till our 2nd week. Also, the band is often much tighter in the morning, so don't force yourself right away. It's important to keep hydrated, so maybe suck on ice cubes or frozen pops. I used a sports bottle to drip one or two drops of liquid on my tongue (my husband called it my Polish IV since I'm Polish.) It took hours to finish a bottle of Gatorade, but at least I knew I was getting some liquid in. While many people breezed through band surgery like nothing, others (like me) had a really rough couple of weeks. My savior was an extra large heating pad for the aches and pains, and constant walking. My husband pampered me, but if you don't have anyone to take care of you then just forget about everything for a while - no laundry, dishes, mail. Relax, take it easy, walk and "listen" to your body. If you're really worried, don't feel bad about calling your surgeon - that's why you paid him. Hope to see you on the healed side soon. Peace.

Thanks, Dody! Things get slow on the weekends, but I promise lots of people will jump in soon. Did you ever start a thread in the Introduction forum? If not, why not tell us a little about yourself, like where you live, surgeon, kids? Sometimes those things will get the ball rolling. :scared:

Yes, please.

Back in the day (young & clubbing w/ friends) my roommate, Tracy, wore spandex workout shorts as part of her outfit. Remember how we were supposed to wear the long t-shirt and leg warmers to complete the look? Well, she wore a short t-shirt since she had the tiny body to afford that sorta thing. But some guy yelled really loud, "Oohh baby, You got a MEATY PIE." She was horrified and went with the long shirts after that. This means even skinny girls can have a fupa, kinda like size 2 gals with 40DD boobs?

"I'll just go back to using your electric toothbrush." I'm a simple girl from Arkansas. That is what is meant by oral sex, right?" STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!!!! I can't handle it! Every so often I gotta come here for a good laugh. The next best thing from the Big O is a great big belly laugh, which is why I keep coming back here. This place is a sickness, you realize that, right? I have more hours logged in at LBT than in my business, so it's either stay off here or give up Slumber Parties. And knowing you were using your husband's electric toothbrush pretty much gives me a great big responsibility to alert the world that we have TOYS for that kinda thing! OMG, I'm gonna share that quote on my Slumber boards immediately. Did you really say "electric toothbrush?" OMG!!!!

Darn, I thought we were getting a potato recipe and a good pill. I'm living proof of food & chemical addictions - they consume me. Nyk, is that the real title? I'll read it with you.

You people CRACK ME THE HECK UP! Good thing Slumber carries insurance for us gals ~ I'm afraid Jen's gonna blow herself up!

Now I'm hiding in LBT away from my customers... shhh, don't tell them I'm here. My hostess had to cancel tonight's party at the last minute cause she can't stop hurling. That's the THIRD hostess I got pregnant. Ladies, if you and your husband are using my goodies, please, WRAP HIM UP! And if swimmers get through, please name the baby DeLarla. Dean is okay for a boy. Sheesh, everyone's getting preggers on me!

And I must confess, I may die trying to stay out of the man thread. You people KNOW this.

I never stopped "watching." Silence is apparently deadlier than the pen.

"but with weight lose comes self confidence so with that maybe they will survive in the end too." Brilliantly stated, JoLynn. Let’s ride! Which is why I'm currently working on forgiveness towards those who continue to instigate while "innocently batting eyelashes." I guess it's my innuendo radar that draws me back. I’ve requested removal from the board, but how the heck am I supposed to miss everyone or stay away when I get 20 e-mails an hour asking me to come back. Stop it! But honestly, I wouldn’t even want to come here any more if it weren’t for badly needed comic relief. Everyone says I’m so funny, but all I do is plant a little seed and the rest of you write the show and get the board rolling.

Damn, I can't keep up with PMs & e-mails to stay away, but someone pointed this thread out so I want to shout a quick thank you. Heather, you just dropped out of a 3-month challenge yet feel the need to track your weight. Why?

How am I expected to avoid LBT when I've received 16 PMs and e-mails similar to this one? I said I'd stay around to read PMs and continue my challenge thread, but since Susan is adamant about keeping this alive, the person that sent this e-mail to me would like me to post it for her. Honestly, I'm trying to work for a change, but I'm not letting this stuff go silent any more. So, in answer to the original question: Dear Lisa, I’m sorry to email you instead of PMing or posting on the site, but I have unfortunately been run off LBT. I wanted to share my thoughts on the topic that has been causing such a stir at LBT. No one wants to come out with it, but the big change that everyone keeps referring to is the emergence of the Susan and Paul autocracy. I’m not sure who died and turned them into moderators and the official LBT police, but ever since they’ve started being active, the site has gone WAY downhill. Some comments I made about another poster were totally exaggerated by Susan, and she caused a gang up on me. I then chose to delete all my posts and remove myself from the website. Except it’s kinda like watching a trainwreck….I only go back now to see what other nonsense Susan and Paul are instigating. I don’t really understand their dynamic, and I think someone else pointed out how creepy it is that they live together yet communicate through LBT. Weird. One minute they’re joining in the fun, the next they’re getting on someone’s case for what they think is an inappropriate post. I was really mad when I saw Susan make Nykee feel stupid for posting her banana story. I think Susan needs to remove the banana from her own ass before she goes around embarrassing someone as kind and honest as Nykee. And, hello, they’ve been on the board, what, like a minute? It really bothers me when new people try to upset the dynamic. Susan and Paul have just decided to take over the board and run people off. It’s such a shame. Ok, sorry for my personal rant, but I just wanted to share with you. I feel that other people have noticed that Susan and Paul are the big problem, but with things being so touchy, no one wants to call them out. I mean, with their united front, you get that back talk shit in surround sound. Anyway, I think you are such a fun person, and your posts have always been delightful. You were especially kind to me when I emailed you after I first had surgery, and I appreciated your help. You are like the cool big sister of LBT, and I’m sorry to see you upset by these people. Thanks for reading my rant.

The easy solution is to eliminate the Lounge entirely and keep LBT related directly to Adjustable Gastric Lapband discussions. I'd absolutely discuss sex in a room of 5000 people to drown out preaching bible thumpers or Jesus talk. There was a Sunday "Bloody Mary & Beer Breakfast" at the biker convention in Vegas, where we were forced to hear Christians slurping cocktails through the intercom doing a church session. The last thing I need while enjoying a cold beer at Bikefest is hearing someone's distorted opinions of God, so we walked to the other end of the event till mass ended and let them "do their thing." I don't like religious avatars, biblical quotes, psalms in signature lines, but they've never stopped me from loving some beautiful people here like Paula, Big Daddy, Dylansmom, etc. I admire their faith and appreciate their choice, and they in turn put up with my rants and raves while laughing with me (or at me, but at least we're laughing.) My college teachers urged me towards a political career since I'm the one in 500 who's not afraid to speak up when someone attempts to quash my principles. Despite the common rule of etiquette to, "Never discuss politics or religion in public," these boards are polluted with political and religious discussions. I'm also freaked out by Johnny Depp and Christopher Walken's creepy avatars and Star Trek, but that's what makes us each colorful in our own right. Choices. I'm a proud American that loves this crazy country. If I didn't have to work for a living, I'd be a big-mouth political force getting arrested for riding my Harley topless down Las Vegas Blvd. I'd remain topless till laws changed forcing men to cover their hairy nipples in public. If our foremothers hadn't stood up for justice like I do, women wouldn't be allowed to drive or vote. I'm proud of who I am, but I'm not proud of how callous and cruel my anger drives me to say things that hurt people. I'm really not. When someone contradicts my freedom of speech by telling me prayers are okay but discussing oral sex isn't, it's like throwing gasoline on a blazing fire ~ it infuriates me. I openly admit I'm the 2nd biggest ass here. My overly-passionate views are so deeply integrated within the core of my eating disorder that it drives me to angry places. I get regular PMs, calls & e-mails thanking me for saying things others are afraid to say, and my threads are probably the most popular ones because I incite anger, analysis and emotion. Any therapist will tell you that writing your anger down and getting it out of your heart is the exact road to healing. Since the Lounge won't close, I'm making this my last public post since I won't live in a fairytale world where it's better to bury feelings than scare people with REALITY. Not to mention morbidly obese folks thinking they can fix other morbidly obese people by insulting them. I'll continue updating my Challenge thread, and our summer bash will still be on if enough people are interested. I'm always available through my website. Since I'm always right, I have nothing left to say. **Ducking to avoid hundreds of flying shoes** It's okay to laugh.

I wrote off my Mexican surgery, though it didn't amount to much. I was really surprised - apparently you need to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on medical stuff before it makes a dent in your return. Or I need a dishonest tax guy!

There is one thing I honestly do want to apologize for, and that's for using the term, "butt f-ing." I find it a sincerely degrading term. I originally mentioned anal sex, but when Amy degraded what many find a very pleasurable experience, I wrongly ran with that term to color my (then) emotions. I'm learning a lot in my new business, so any nurses or proctology specialists might correct me, but there are several erogenous areas of that once-forbidden territory. Men have ejaculatory glands, the prostate, the parenthesis (perennial, perineum, like I said, I'm till learning.) I know men that have mind blowing orgasms with a little anal stimulation... most are just afraid to admit it. Many women experience pain with anal sex because they're too clamped up. It's the entryway that causes the pain (there are numbing creams with benzocaine.) If you're tensed up, it will never happen. But how many guys accidentally "slip" and try to get in the back door during intercourse? Uh, most of them! As if grown men don't know a vagina from the anus. We aren't stupid, they want a tighter hole. There are books and techniques that have been used for centuries, so I'm sorry for degrading something that you might enjoy. I promised I wouldn't edit any more text - damn.

Heather, regardless of what this thread was supposed to do, THANK YOU for starting it. I started out angry, and this session fixed my mood (and brought on an overdue BM, thank you.) This was incredible therapy. But if hubby finds out I mentioned anal sex, he'll think I've had a change of fart I mean a change of heart since he's been trying to get in the back door for 15 years. Betty said, "Oh, yeah, and as far as me telling someone off, well, you haven't even seen that side of me yet!" Like I'd take her on in person? I'm not that brave. And Bet, I was just using you as an example, I know you aren't a religious freak, but our "card carrying freak" had the grace to stay out of this mess so I just used you hypothetically. I have angels that cover my ass in situations like these and believe in my own brand of God and spirituality. Dawg is most likely where he always is, remaining unseen at Susan's side, reading every word and helping her respond like he does in most threads. I hold no grudges against Susan; what woman wouldn't stand behind her man? But after Dawg's comment about a man loving junk food more than his wife because he keeps goodies around the house? That sickened me. It was unjustly cruel to tell a married woman she’s unloved. Dawg’s insinuation hit a bitter nerve with this romantic diva. My husband is immature but he’s proven he’d die for me more than once, yet he’s on the couch eating cakes and candy right now because HE doesn’t have an eating disorder. I refuse to take away things he enjoys. Marriage is about compromise, not control. He doesn’t smoke in the house, and I don’t eat Ben & Jerry’s in the garage. I've been called brilliant yet often feel ignorant, which is why I fight from my belly and heart. I learn from my verbal mistakes and apologize when I'm wrong. I am kind-hearted and generous to a fault, but rub me wrong and my tongue turns acid. Insult my friends and my fangs come out. I am admittedly indecisive but brutally honest. I'm completely silly unless provoked, and then I get dangerously serious. I beg, borrow, lie, cheat, steal, hold grudges and drive dangerously ~ on occasion. Who doesn't? I've been burned, molested, verbally and physically abused, stolen from, screwed over, robbed (multiple times, twice at gunpoint,) mistreated, damaged and torn, yet I face each day with hope and laughter. If it takes me to get nasty with friends to clear the air, then good for me for having the balls to say what's on my mind instead of sugarcoating reality, which goes on way too much in this world (and LBT.) Please keep the Peanut Butter stories going because they’re wearing off my Frappacino. And I really wish I liked anal sex considering the G-spot can be hit from behind.