scooterbyrd

For those of you who use FatBlog, while the site has had some technical difficulties, it is back up and running. Your bookmark may no longer work, though. The new URL is FatBlog.Org - Weight Loss Surgery Forum • Index page Thanks, Kat

I was thinking about this yesterday in the shower. The thing that really scared me was that I was having problems attending to my personal hygiene, like on the toilet and in the shower. I have only told my husband this, as I was so horrified at myself. I was also maxed out at size 32 clothes, the largest size carried at most of the stores around here. I weighed in at 432 lbs at surgery time. I have lost 125 lbs. and have no weight-related, anxiety-inducing fears any more. I still have a ways to go, but will still be thrilled even if I never lose another pound. As long as I don't gain. Kat

When I got my gall bladder out in 1990, I asked the surgeon what the procedure was that he did to me. He said, "You don't need to know what it's called. It's too complicated for you to understand." Turns out it was an edoscopy. OK, so when I had my vision tested a few years ago, I met the doctor with the worst bed-side manner imaginable. Among several snide remarks he made about my weight, like not being able to fit in his exam chair (which I did), he told me my vision was bad because my eyelids were fat. (I do not have a fat face). He also said it was due to getting old (I was in my early 30s). A few years later, I found out just what a jerk this guy was. Me and my friends joined a gym across the street from this doctor's office and he was also a member there. He was constantly rude to people, like telling them to get out of the swim lane so he could do his laps because he a was a doctor (an optometrist) and his time was more important. I should mention here that he uses a prosthetic leg. He pissed off one of my friends so bad, that one day, in the pool room, he tossed his towel over the good doctor's artificial leg while the doctor was swimming and took the leg into the locker room and put it in a locker, then split. We heard all about what happened next because another friend who looked like the perp was accused of the crime. He was out of town though, so they never found out who the leg-knapper was. Herr doktor threw an absolute hissy fit (all the people that worked there hated this a-hole) and made one of the workers carry him across the street to his office. If I didn't hate the guy so much, I would think this is the cruelest prank ever, but the guy is lucky someone hasn't burned his house down yet, with him in it. They found his leg the next day, by the way. It was only after this event that I told my friends about my eye exam experience.