NeenBand

ROFL!!! Thank you Nut! I needed that!:-p

Awww..Mini Me...I thought of you too. I remember looking at the clock at 7:00 and thinking you'd be at the hospital too I was wondering how you were doing . I have to add that my boyfriend has been so good to me. Very supportive and doting. When I started freaking a bit yesterday in a "what did I do!?" way he reassured me that I did the right thing. I also just showed him the thread about lifespan of the band and the re-surgeries, and that I would not undergo multiple surgeries. And he said "you might think differently once your stronger from having lost weight" Oh one other thing...they took my blood sugar level after surgery and it read 158. 158??! I didn't know I was diabetic?!! We need some cowbell.

Thank you so much. I forgot to mention it was a 10cc band, so I guess it was a Vanguard. I asked them before I left. I hear it's better? I knew they would need the big one.lol Now, reading thread about surgeries to fix the band or port, etc has taken on new significance for me. Kind of scaring me actually. Could I go thriough this again and again? No way.

UGh. Tought thread to see about just being banded. I'm just one day out of surgery and I can't imagine going through this multiple times.

Thanks so much. I updated (a long one) in my thread. Hi Mini me!

Hey all, updating fro you. Queenie, one of the things that has happened to me because of Fibromyalgia is I am sensitive to all meds, including over the counter. Pain killers have made me sick in the past. I know, it's horrible to go without the meds. But I am on the tylanol, and that takes the edge off. Here's my lsurgery experience...it was rough. Unlike others I have seen posting their experiences on this site, I did not sail through it. I am amazed and a little jealous of those people who were up and about with no problems. I'm not feeling well right now, like I have the flu only with stab wounds. And yes, like some others I am wondering "what the hell did I do to myself?!!" I am without pain meds as I don't react well to them, so I'm in a lot of pain right now. We arrived at the hospital and I was shaking with nerves. The weather was damp so my asmtha was kicking in, which worried me. I was coughing a lot and had mucas in my throat. The nurses were great. Morristown has a great staff. I didn't feel the needles going in for the IV prepping etc. They also gave me a shot of heperin in my stomach, which was so smallI didn't even feel it. But what was weird is I could feel it moving into my body. As 7:30 came closer I began to get more nervous and it hit my bowels, so I was up to the bathroom a few times. My boyfriend was then allowed to come stay with me until they wheeled me in and as soon as I saw his face, I started to cry. The anesthesiologist came in and then I really knew "this is it", he was a very serious, direct no nonsense guy, obviously taking it very serious, which is good. He was concerned about my coughing and told me the risks involved if I go under. He said overweight people are at risk already, so with this, you have more risk. They were basically asking me if I wanted to go through with the surgery. I have panic disorder, so you can imagine what I was experiencing. He listened to my lungs, said they sounded good and that they would give me medicine to dry up the mucas (boy he wasn't kidding) and wheeled me in. As we rolled down the hall I started to panic thinking..."there is still time to back out." And tears rolled down my cheeks. I said "wow" when I saw the OR. It looked state of the art. Big screens, etc. I saw two OR nurses with the masks on at a table putting out all the instruments and they waved to me. I waved back but they saw my face and knew I was really scared. I said to the anesthesiologist "If I do this, I'll be okay, right" He said in a direct manner; "I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think you'd be okay. You'll be fine." They got me on the table and started strapping me in. The anesthesiologist told me he was putting medicine through now and I felt some strong tranqulizer go through. "That's strong stuff" I said. Then he put an oxygen mask over my mouth and told me to breath in deep. Dr. Abkin walked in and smiled and I looked at him and said I was so scared. He asked why and I said my asthma was bad and he said"That's why your doing this, so your asmtha and health can get better". I nodded And he took my hand and he said, "We are going to start the anesthesia now, you'll feel burning in your throat. I'll put my finger on your throat so it feels better" SO with one hand he hand his finger on my throat and the other held my hand. I felt the stuff start running through my veins and I looked into the eyes of the the anesthesiologist who looked into mine and then back at Dr. Abkin's. Still holding my hand, his eyes were very kind and they seemed to said "keep looking into my eyes" and that's the last thing I saw. Then I remember the anesthesiologist voice saying "Your done, Eileen". Then I remember a post op nurse saying "I need you to breathe Eileen" Then I remember opening my eyes and seeing myself in recovery and I went out again. I was awakened a few times by the post op nurse telling me I needed to breathe more. It was hard. A woman who went in after me with Dr. Abkin whom I met at a support group seemed to recover much faster. She seemed fine. I was still trying to wake up. It took me a long time, and I felt sick. I didn't get released until 4 even though I had been done for awhile and was the first case of the day because it took me so long. They gave me two doses of anti nausea medicine in recovery because I felt sick. I did gag a few times, but nothing came up. I felt so badly last night and today that I am thinking if I had a slip or erosion, I don't think I could go through multiple surgeries. I pray to god I am one of the lucky one's who has no issues. Speaking of praying to God, when left alone for a little bit before surgery, I made my peace with God. You'll think me overly dramatic, but I'll be honest and say due to my history with not doing well with surgery, I thought I might die and was preparing my soul. I know it sounds melodramatic, but yesterday took a lot of courage for me. I had to dig into my toes to get the courage to do this.Yesterday and the day I put my dog to sleep required the most inner fortitude in my life. So, tell me it gets better ladies and gents!!

Well, that was rough. Unlike others I have seen posting their experiences on this site, I did not sail through it. I am amazed and a little jealous of those people who were up and about with no problems. I'm not feeling well right now, like I have the flu only with stab wounds. And yes, like some others I am wondering "what the hell did I do to myself?!!" I am without pain meds as I don't react well to them, so I'm in a lot of pain right now. We arrived at the hospital and I was shaking with nerves. The weather was damp so my asmtha was kicking in, which worried me. I was coughing a lot and had mucas in my throat. The nurses were great. The hospital has a great staff. I didn't feel the needles going in for the IV prepping etc. They also gave me a shot of heperin in my stomach, which was so smallI didn't even feel it. But what was weird is I could feel it moving into my body. As 7:30 came closer I began to get more nervous and it hit my bowels, so I was up to the bathroom a few times. My boyfriend was then allowed to come stay with me until they wheeled me in and as soon as I saw his face, I started to cry. The anestesiologist came in and then I really knew "this is it", he was a very serious, direct no nonsense guy, obviously taking it very serious, which is good. He was concerned about my coughing and told me the risks involved if I go under. He said overweight people are at risk already, so with this, you have more risk. They were basically asking me if I wanted to go through with the surgery. I have panic disorder, so you can imagine what I was experiencing. He listened to my lungs, said they sounded good and that they would give me medicine to dry up the mucas (boy he wasn't kidding) and wheeled me in. As we rolled down the hall I started to panic thinking..."there is still time to back out." ANd tears rolled down my cheeks. I said "wow" when I saw the OR. It looked state of the art. Big screens, etc. I saw two OR nurses with the masks on at a table putting out all the instruments and they waved to me. I waved back but they saw my face and knew I was really scared. I said to the Anestesilogist "If I do this, I'll be okay, right" He said in a direct manner; "I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think you'd be okay. You'll be fine." They got me on the table and started strapping me in. The anesthesiologist told me he was putting medicine through now and I felt some strong tranqulizer go through. "That's strong stuff". Then he put an oxygen mask over my mouth and told me to breath in deep. Dr. walked in and smiled and I looked at him and said I was so scared. He asked why and I said my asthma was bad and he said"That's why your doing this, so your asmtha and health can get better". I nodded And he took my hand and he said, "We are going to start the anesthesia now, you'll feel burning in your throat. I'll put my finger on your throat so it feels better" SO with one hand he hand his finger on my throat and the other held my hand. I felt the stuff start running through my veins and I looked into the eyes of the the anesthesiologist who looked into mine and then back at Dr. Abkin's. Still holding my hand, his eyes were very kind and they seemed to said "keep looking into my eyes" and that's the last thing I saw. Then I remember the anesthesiologist voice saying "Your done, Eileen". Then I remember a post op nurse saying "I need you to breathe Eileen" Then I remember opening my eyes and seeing myself in recovery and I went out again. I was awakened a few times by the post op nurse telling me I needed to breathe more. It was hard. A woman who went in after me with Dr. seemed to recover much faster. She seemed fine. I was still trying to wake up. It took me a long time, and I felt sick. I didn't get released until 4 even though I had been done for awhile because it took me so long. They gave me two doses of anti nausea medicine in recovery because I felt sick. I did gag a few times, but nothing came up. I felt so badly last night and today that I am thinking if I had a slip or erosion, I don't think I could go through multiple surgeries. I pray to god I am one of the lucky one's who has no issues. Speaking of praying to God, when left alone for a little bit before surgery, I made my peace with God. You'll think me overly dramatic, but I'll be honest and say due to my history with not doing well with surgery, I thought I might die and was preparing my soul. I know it sounds melodramatic, but yesterday took a lot of courage for me. I had to dig into my toes to get the courage to do this.Yesterday and the day I put my dog to sleep required the most inner fortitude in my life.

Well, that was rough. Unlike others I have seen posting their experiences on this site, I did not sail through it. I am amazed and a little jealous of those people who were up and about with no problems. I'm not feeling well right now, like I have the flu only with stab wounds. And yes, like some others I am wondering "what the hell did I do to myself?!!" I am without pain meds as I don't react well to them, so I'm in a lot of pain right now. We arrived at the hospital and I was shaking with nerves. The weather was damp so my asmtha was kicking in, which worried me. I was coughing a lot and had mucas in my throat. The nurses were great. The hospital has a great staff. I didn't feel the needles going in for the IV prepping etc. They also gave me a shot of heperin in my stomach, which was so smallI didn't even feel it. But what was weird is I could feel it moving into my body. As 7:30 came closer I began to get more nervous and it hit my bowels, so I was up to the bathroom a few times. My boyfriend was then allowed to come stay with me until they wheeled me in and as soon as I saw his face, I started to cry. The anestesiologist came in and then I really knew "this is it", he was a very serious, direct no nonsense guy, obviously taking it very serious, which is good. He was concerned about my coughing and told me the risks involved if I go under. He said overweight people are at risk already, so with this, you have more risk. They were basically asking me if I wanted to go through with the surgery. I have panic disorder, so you can imagine what I was experiencing. He listened to my lungs, said they sounded good and that they would give me medicine to dry up the mucas (boy he wasn't kidding) and wheeled me in. As we rolled down the hall I started to panic thinking..."there is still time to back out." ANd tears rolled down my cheeks. I said "wow" when I saw the OR. It looked state of the art. Big screens, etc. I saw two OR nurses with the masks on at a table putting out all the instruments and they waved to me. I waved back but they saw my face and knew I was really scared. I said to the Anestesilogist "If I do this, I'll be okay, right" He said in a direct manner; "I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think you'd be okay. You'll be fine." They got me on the table and started strapping me in. The anesthesiologist told me he was putting medicine through now and I felt some strong tranqulizer go through. "That's strong stuff". Then he put an oxygen mask over my mouth and told me to breath in deep. Dr. walked in and smiled and I looked at him and said I was so scared. He asked why and I said my asthma was bad and he said"That's why your doing this, so your asmtha and health can get better". I nodded And he took my hand and he said, "We are going to start the anesthesia now, you'll feel burning in your throat. I'll put my finger on your throat so it feels better" SO with one hand he hand his finger on my throat and the other held my hand. I felt the stuff start running through my veins and I looked into the eyes of the the anesthesiologist who looked into mine and then back at Dr. Abkin's. Still holding my hand, his eyes were very kind and they seemed to said "keep looking into my eyes" and that's the last thing I saw. Then I remember the anesthesiologist voice saying "Your done, Eileen". Then I remember a post op nurse saying "I need you to breathe Eileen" Then I remember opening my eyes and seeing myself in recovery and I went out again. I was awakened a few times by the post op nurse telling me I needed to breathe more. It was hard. A woman who went in after me with Dr. seemed to recover much faster. She seemed fine. I was still trying to wake up. It took me a long time, and I felt sick. I didn't get released until 4 even though I had been done for awhile because it took me so long. They gave me two doses of anti nausea medicine in recovery because I felt sick. I did gag a few times, but nothing came up. I felt so badly last night and today that I am thinking if I had a slip or erosion, I don't think I could go through multiple surgeries. I pray to god I am one of the lucky one's who has no issues. Speaking of praying to God, when left alone for a little bit before surgery, I made my peace with God. You'll think me overly dramatic, but I'll be honest and say due to my history with not doing well with surgery, I thought I might die and was preparing my soul. I know it sounds melodramatic, but yesterday took a lot of courage for me. I had to dig into my toes to get the courage to do this.Yesterday and the day I put my dog to sleep required the most inner fortitude in my life.

hey all Leener here. In a lot of pain because I'm doing this without painkillers....idabeejebus... I'll write all about m experience tomorrow, I'm too out of it still today. But I wanted to ask a question. How do I get in enough calories to keep me going the next few days? Also, they told me to sip my Water. How big is the si and how often did you sip. Like a mouthful every few seconds, etc? Thanks you all for your support. Write tomorrow.

This is Leener's live in boyfriend. Just wanted to post that she made it through the surgery without any complications. She is in some pain now because she doesn't do well on pain medications. But just wanted to come on and give a quick update as well as give a general "thumbs up" and "a-okay" to you fine folk for all your support.

Going to sleep now to wake up at 4 for the surgery. Blessings to all those who will be with me tomorrow getting their too. See you on the other side of Bandlandia.

Thanks Seppi. Right now I AM SO HUNGRY. I can't imagine doing this clear liquid phase for a week.

Just to update , I went lightly eating and lost a lb, so I should be okay. I'm doing clear liquids today, as surgery is tomorrow and I'm STARVING! So I'm sure more will rolloff.

Anne Wilson did get it, but then she had it removed.

I have PCOS. Everyone's symptoms are in different ranges, but one thing is for sure, it packs the weight on. My hair is so thin now it's depressing. And I used to be a hair model! I shave everyday, my periods are so heavy I become anemic, high choletrol, insulin resistance etc etc. I'm hoping the surgery will help. My endocranologist is the one who first suggested this surgery to me.

La Madam, who was that that had such bad erosion? Was it so bad because she waited?

Glad your feeling better Elizabeth. It must be such a relief.

I wonder if she'll ever get the band?

You went back with the stone?! LOL!!! RIGHT ON SISTER!

Thanks Vines! I appreciate the slap. I know some of you must be like "What the hell is her problem..?" It's a little embarrassing but I have to be honest with all of you in that I do have panic disorder and I've been really triggered by that pulmonary doctor saying "my ass is on the line" on Monday. So that's part of the reason. One that anxiety comes in it kind of erases rational thought and thinking. The only thing that calms it down is a someone else "talking it down" in a real grounded way. SO thanks

They said they would be weighing me. They are strict about this rule. I should probably fast huh? I have until Monday morning

Jeebus...can we just have a "this just sucks" moment? :-( Sending a blessing your way.

Hi Queenie. Well, it's a relief to hear you don't have the Cushings, but I know you have further disappointment in that you have no idea what is wrong. Didn't you mention you have PCOS? The reason I mention that is I have PCOS and I have all your symptoms. ALL of them. They also tested me for Cushings, and I went through all the thyroid tests too. They don't have a clue and are chalking it up to the PCOS.

Yes, it's another Leenerbups "freaking out thread"....lol Hey all, due to that time of the month arriving just in time for surgery (of course) I gained weight due to getting the hormonal hungries. I also am up 6 lbs since my consultation and and that worries me. They told me not to gain any more and to try to lose it or they may not operate if I gain any more. Of course I have not lost it, and probably am up. Anyone gain wait prior to surgery? :speechles

You people rock. Thanks so much. :-)