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Isn't that funny? I dont' consider asparagus a low-cal (code for diet) food, it's an indulgence... Funny, that even though no WLs is going to help me lose weight, I would have the band again if it meant that it would find my Cushing's

Tomorrow I go see Dr. L at OHSU again. A couple of weeks ago Lynne called me and told me that they want to see me. That I didn’t need to test any more. I guess when they tell you that it’s because they have all the data they need or want. Part of me is so afraid that he’s calling me down to tell me that there is nothing they can do for me. That I don’t need to test any more because there is nothing wrong, at least nothing wrong that losing weight won’t fix. Oh sure, if only I could lose weight. My husband said that I shouldn’t worry, that they wouldn’t have us drive 3 hours plus each way, just to tell me that there is nothing more to do. He figures that Dr. L would just dump me over the phone, like any bad relationship. My son asks me every day when are they going to take this thing out of my head. And then he either punches me in the arm or bitch-slaps me, or attempts to anyway. That’s one way he can tell if I’m High or Low… if I’m High there is no way he’s going to count coup on me, no way. But when I’m Low on the other hand… well, he knows that I’m going to be moving in slow motion, tai chi slow… He’s got a long way to go before he counts enough coups on me, that’s for sure; I’m so far ahead on the coup count he will never catch up. Last week was really rough for me. I was very, very Low, and my headaches were beyond reasonable. I was temped to go to the ER a couple of time, but it wasn’t until Friday night when I was throwing up that I went. I’d taken two phengren during the day, but by 8:00 pm I was throwing up, or at least I was giving it the old collage try. After the fifth dry heave session I gave up and had Mike drive me to the ER. I didn’t’ want to go, but I couldn’t’ stop heaving, and I couldn’t keep anything down. We had to wait for over an hour in the waiting room, so many sic people on a Friday night. The doc thought it was another migraine, but this time I didn’t have the weakness, so I could explain exactly what the headache felt like. These headaches are nothing like migraine, but something more. I can only hope that when I finally do have the pit surgery they will go away. Anyway, it took the nurse three tries before she was able to start the line. But she used lidocane, and besides, my head was in so much pain I don’t know that I would have even noticed the IV going in. Yeah, that bad. The doc wasn’t convinced that I’m not having “atypical migraines” so she wanted to try a combination of phenegren and benidryl. She said that was a sure fire way to knock out a migraine. Well, like I said, it wasn’t a migraine, and no it didn’t work. So she ordered a large dose of the narcotic for me. She said they were done pussy-footing around. On previous trips to the ER they gave me the usual small amounts, then had to repeat several times before I was beyond the pain. The last time they gave me a double dose, but again, had to keep repeating the dosage of the medication. This time they just game me a large syringe of the good stuff, lowered my bed and put me on oxygen. I have no idea how long I was knocked out, but it worked. I didn’t have a head ache the next morning. You have no idea how wonderful it is to wake up without a headache. If you do know, you have my deepest sympathies. Before she gave me the injection, we talked about pain management. She sent me home with a prescription for the highest dose percacet they make, a big bottle. She wants me to keep on top of the pain, and to not let it get away from me. So, now I don’t let the headaches get to far into the really bad range before I start managing the pain. No more “riding it out.” No more being the tough girl. She also had the radiology department make a CD of my CT scan from last week. We thought I was having a stroke or a TIA because the right side of my face was melting. I see the neurologist in a couple of weeks, but tomorrow I go to OHSU to see Dr. L. Back to that worry. And now for something completely different… The chinchillas are my husband's pets, but I've been training them to get used to being handled, so they will willingly come to me in their cage, because they know I always have a treat for them. Tonight I decided that I'd start working on them to see going in their balls as a happy thing, so I put treats in them, and let it be their decision to go in the ball, or not. Usually my husband stuffs them in there so he can clean their cages, very high adrenaline stuff... I was able to coax them into their balls and they had a good roll-around. Now I have these basketball sized balls roaming freely around my house. One of the chinchillas is really adventuresome, while the other got himself stuck between some pillows and boy shoes...Chilly got out of his ball, and it didn't take much effort to catch him. Spud, my son, scared him under my Chase lounge then I had him turn on the light, and I got one of the millet sprays to try to coax in from under it. Instead, he just crawled up between my arms as I was kneeled beside the chase Chilly let me pick him up without any fight or struggle. He wasn't interested in the millet, he just wanted me. He didn't struggle at all while we walked to the cage, all the while I was telling him what a good boy he was. Then he stretched out on one of the platforms, like they do when they are hot.

Tomorrow I go see Dr. L at OHSU again. A couple of weeks ago Lynne called me and told me that they want to see me. That I didn’t need to test any more. I guess when they tell you that it’s because they have all the data they need or want. Part of me is so afraid that he’s calling me down to tell me that there is nothing they can do for me. That I don’t need to test any more because there is nothing wrong, at least nothing wrong that losing weight won’t fix. Oh sure, if only I could lose weight. My husband said that I shouldn’t worry, that they wouldn’t have us drive 3 hours plus each way, just to tell me that there is nothing more to do. He figures that Dr. L would just dump me over the phone, like any bad relationship. My son asks me every day when are they going to take this thing out of my head. And then he either punches me in the arm or bitch-slaps me, or attempts to anyway. That’s one way he can tell if I’m High or Low… if I’m High there is no way he’s going to count coup on me, no way. But when I’m Low on the other hand… well, he knows that I’m going to be moving in slow motion, tai chi slow… He’s got a long way to go before he counts enough coups on me, that’s for sure; I’m so far ahead on the coup count he will never catch up. Last week was really rough for me. I was very, very Low, and my headaches were beyond reasonable. I was temped to go to the ER a couple of time, but it wasn’t until Friday night when I was throwing up that I went. I’d taken two phengren during the day, but by 8:00 pm I was throwing up, or at least I was giving it the old collage try. After the fifth dry heave session I gave up and had Mike drive me to the ER. I didn’t’ want to go, but I couldn’t’ stop heaving, and I couldn’t keep anything down. We had to wait for over an hour in the waiting room, so many sic people on a Friday night. The doc thought it was another migraine, but this time I didn’t have the weakness, so I could explain exactly what the headache felt like. These headaches are nothing like migraine, but something more. I can only hope that when I finally do have the pit surgery they will go away. Anyway, it took the nurse three tries before she was able to start the line. But she used lidocane, and besides, my head was in so much pain I don’t know that I would have even noticed the IV going in. Yeah, that bad. The doc wasn’t convinced that I’m not having “atypical migraines” so she wanted to try a combination of phenegren and benidryl. She said that was a sure fire way to knock out a migraine. Well, like I said, it wasn’t a migraine, and no it didn’t work. So she ordered a large dose of the narcotic for me. She said they were done pussy-footing around. On previous trips to the ER they gave me the usual small amounts, then had to repeat several times before I was beyond the pain. The last time they gave me a double dose, but again, had to keep repeating the dosage of the medication. This time they just game me a large syringe of the good stuff, lowered my bed and put me on oxygen. I have no idea how long I was knocked out, but it worked. I didn’t have a head ache the next morning. You have no idea how wonderful it is to wake up without a headache. If you do know, you have my deepest sympathies. Before she gave me the injection, we talked about pain management. She sent me home with a prescription for the highest dose percacet they make, a big bottle. She wants me to keep on top of the pain, and to not let it get away from me. So, now I don’t let the headaches get to far into the really bad range before I start managing the pain. No more “riding it out.” No more being the tough girl. She also had the radiology department make a CD of my CT scan from last week. We thought I was having a stroke or a TIA because the right side of my face was melting. I see the neurologist in a couple of weeks, but tomorrow I go to OHSU to see Dr. L. Back to that worry. And now for something completely different… The chinchillas are my husband's pets, but I've been training them to get used to being handled, so they will willingly come to me in their cage, because they know I always have a treat for them. Tonight I decided that I'd start working on them to see going in their balls as a happy thing, so I put treats in them, and let it be their decision to go in the ball, or not. Usually my husband stuffs them in there so he can clean their cages, very high adrenaline stuff... I was able to coax them into their balls and they had a good roll-around. Now I have these basketball sized balls roaming freely around my house. One of the chinchillas is really adventuresome, while the other got himself stuck between some pillows and boy shoes...Chilly got out of his ball, and it didn't take much effort to catch him. Spud, my son, scared him under my Chase lounge then I had him turn on the light, and I got one of the millet sprays to try to coax in from under it. Instead, he just crawled up between my arms as I was kneeled beside the chase Chilly let me pick him up without any fight or struggle. He wasn't interested in the millet, he just wanted me. He didn't struggle at all while we walked to the cage, all the while I was telling him what a good boy he was. Then he stretched out on one of the platforms, like they do when they are hot.

I was kinda thrown by the If you do this, you don't need surgery" thing too. Did he mean that if you do his special diet you won't need surgery, or if you have surgery you won't need surgery???

Well, I'm convinced that if you are not losing weight on a reasonable amount of calories, (or even unreasonably small numbers of calories) then you need to start screaming and demanding answers. If you are not losing at any calorie amount, then there is something else the matter. I let the band almost drive me into an eating disorder because I couldn't lose weight. It didn't matter if I at 1600 calories or 600 calories, I still couldn't lose weight. Push for answers. Do not let the doctors push back. You deserve answers why the band doesn't work for you. Demand the truth. Oh sure, it isn't easy, not by a long shot. But if I hadn't demanded answers I would still be sitting here with a about 20 loss and not knowing why. If the doctor tells you he doesn't know why you don't lose weight, ask for a referal to see someone else. Fight for answers, your health could be at stake.

Hurray! Yes, you would be seeing a "skinny" woman in the mirror. Congrats on this NSV. Is your ticker up-to-date? have you lost 72 pounds already?

My grandfather ran himself over too. He didn't break anything, but he was lucky... And Funny, I wasn't saying that you shouldn't have posted everything you did, it was just a confusion on my part. My "last few years" haven't even been weird, at least not for me. ... For instance, I was not killed by Lenard Lake nor his buddy Charles Ng. (here's the long story... http://www.crimelibrary.com/serial_killers/predators/ng/call_1.html) Sure, lots of people were not killed by them, but I have to wonder how many people did Lenard invite to his cabin who didn't go? As soon as he touched me, as he put his hand on the small of my back, I knew there was something terribly, terribly wrong with this man, and I was in great danger.

As soon as I saw the thread about teen nudity, I knew the site would be down for awhile. Bad mojo there.

yes, it is time to get serious. You've coasted to victory so far, now it's time to get to work.

Is about the only thing in this that I can see Robin Williams saying. I believe that the reason we don't have English as our National Language is because it was one of the terms of the Spanish-American war, where we got California and most of the South West. But I have my e-mail filter set really high, white list actually, so I don't get crap like this. As always ToM, love ya!

Hmmm, I thought we were supposed to only go back a few years.

that's ok, I have yet to see a movie that gets biometrics right, or anything to do with computer security for that matter... TOM, my dad was an air craft mechanic too, and I always enjoyed it when he'd take me back to his shop. Being an airline brat I can usually spot the errors when it comes to planes too...

The strange circumstances underwhich I was knocked on my ass by Chuck Norris: I was working at the snack bar at the local Sears, and one of my co-workers was always going on and on and on about how she was best friends with Chuck Norris and Jackie Chan. I flat out did not believe this woman, and I figured she was just full of lies. I mean, really, she was working at the snack bar at a Sears for crying out loud. Lies all lies. Like Chuck Norris is really going to come visit her at work and stay in her guest room. Yeah, right. So, I go up to the office and get my till, and I some out, just hell bent on going to my snack bar to get there on time. I come charging out of this small hall way, and I ran *smack* into Chuck Norris and end up on my butt, bags of money go one way, the till goes the other way. He was really nice, helped me up, and helped me gather up all my things. The next day, my co-worker brought in pictures of the party I didn't attend because I thought her pants were on fire.... Yup, Chuck Norris and Jacky Chan both spent the weekend with her. So, when someone telss me something completly improbable, like "I'm best friends with Chuck Norris and Jackie Chan, I blieve that person. I had to ask Danny Glover to get off my foot, but that's another story. (he's taller than I thought he would be.)

hmmm, what does my list look like for the last few years.... I'm a professional belly dancer, who happens to be fat I’ve surfed porn professionally (yeah, I know, you said no job stuff, but I decided to include these two…) I'm teaching myself how to draw and paint (I’ve been commissioned to do a ceramic piece, does this count as a job thing?) I was awarded a prestigious full-ride scholarship to study information assurance (anti-hacker stuff), left my husband and son to go study with one of the best minds in security I can tie a cherry stem in a knot using my mouth I was able to freak out most of my campus at ISU just by walking across the quad dressed like a Goth Met a woman on the internet and flew to Las Vegas and spent the weekend with her in a hotel. I told my son he couldn’t do the same. Ok, truth be told, I met several women on the internet and flew out to spend the weekend with them… I just won’t be able to make it to the Vegas Bash this year… (Love you Christina! Glad you are feeling better!) I took “basic horsemanship” for PE at ISU, classes started one week after I was banded. I own a pair of working cowboy boots. I was going to say that I’ve been knocked flat on my ass by Chuck Norris, but that was more than a couple of years ago, so I won’t mention it.

no fear of heights here, so yes, I'd go out on it. Not sure I'd pay $25 though...

I'm very open about it, fat lot of good it's done me though, lol

The hip-to-waist really is much closer to figuing out obesity thank strict BMI. But then again, these are both scales, and scales lie. Lie, Lie, Lie. The BMI really doesn't work for anyone with a highter than normal muscle mass, or lighter than normal mass. The whole body should be looked at, as opposed to one scale.

I'm guessing NP means nurse practictioner? They don't listen because they are the ones who when to miedical school, not us. What could we possibly know about our own bodies? Every time I hear one of these bad fill stories I'm so very glad for the folks where I was banded. There is none of this "hunting" for your port nonsense. Lately I've been hearing some very bad doctor stories, very bad.

Hi Karina, in order to help you a little more, we need to have more information. two years without a loss has to be hard to face. We need to know how to best help you. I also could be that you have an underlying medical condition that is preventing you from losing weight.

Hey Sally! I was wondering where you went... so to hear about your band woes. Here's hoping your new fill does the trick!

Sure thing. what a brave young woman!

nice bit of needle work there K@t! I may have to get some of my work framed now...

yay! yay! DeCarla's back! Woot!

So srry to her about your loss. Your story of how he chose his name while you were singing always makes me smile. ((((((hugsLisahugs))))))

WOOT! Congrats Lisa! Go do what I cannot (hold Bob with a straight face...) .. Miss you! Kisses!