Frustr8

wEOULD A DOUBLE DOSE OF CHILDREN S TYLENOL DO?

How about vacumning and do up the dishes?

And my Ohio neighborhood, peanut butter, Graham Crackers Hershey Syrup,with frequent squirts of Reddi Whip.😛

They are $7,27 at WalMart, what is the Same Club and Costco price?😒

@Chrisb428 I'm also Costco-Poor and the nearest Sams Club is almost 25 miles away. Sure we have quaint people nearby, brick streets, picket fences, pretty scenery, friendly people. I'd rather have an Intrrstate, Costco, Sams Club, Meijer, Kohls , Target, more clean industry, and a downtown that's not in the process of dying. Throw in temperatures 60-80 degrees year-around and Frust8 would change her name to Smiley Lady.😐

And I assume the Force is still with you?😛

And I wish you only the beast of luck with all the decisions,you make.

85 pounds- WoW! This should boost your Gym-Cred! Not only will they see you can talk the talk, they will now realize you can walk the walk👍😛

Kay07 get the P P Peaces and cream, I really recommend it👍Me😝 and my little monkey friends🙈🙉🙊

Might start watching 600lb Life and sit there saying That' s SO NOT ME!

And the🌏world will be a kinder more forgiving place for all 😝

Regrets tie you up in "nots", trust yourself. and go forward in joy!

And Sarah, hello to you and welcome to infinity and beyond. I am in central Ohio and planning RnY surgery. June probably, after being the Bariatric God/Grandmother ( I am 72). perpetual bridesmaid for many months, waving and wishing well as everybody powered on by me, my Surgical Wedding Day should be coming soon. Ask any questions you might have about this pathway and journey, if I don't have the answer somebody else on Bariatric Pal will. This is a good place to be as you prepare for this life changing experience, we welcome,new friends, we truly learn about this and life, in general here. 😝 "Leading others to happiness is the greatest triumph"

Oh, kind of like my late MIL. She bragged to everyone she wore Size 5 Vanity Fair panties, Shoot, I could if I rolled them down below my gut like she did!😐

Any indigestion/heartburn?😲 GERD very much qualifies! Have it myself so it's a certainity😝

And future Sleevie you will😝 A thought for today(and also to hold for later) You'll do what you have to do sometimes better than you believe you can. Hugs & 💕 Frust8

Not exactly, a Nissen fundolplication, they wrap the top,of your stomach over right below where the esophagus enters the stomach, kinda like a flap on a clutch handbag, some wrap,back-to-front, others front- to - back, suspect it has to do with what surgery school surgeon went to. It will reduce the diameter of the esophagus going in there so in one way it's like a lap band only using your tissue instead of tube. After the folding over it is sutured in place. Someone in the know likened to the nursery rhyme about the little girl with the curl on her forehead. When it's good, it's very very good When is bad- its horrid. We have a general surgeon here in our town-does them all the time- people are so discontented, have so many problems eating and pain trying , 80-85% end in up in Columbus having a genera/bariatric. surgeon undo his handiwork, most end up with bypasses, a few sleeve. Why hasn't he stopped or been stopped? Well a small %,don't have that many problems, the rest are so ashamed they subjected themselves to this misery they drive 50 miles to Columbus rather than to demand he repair his mistake. No he didn't do that to me, he saw me for a different condition, didn't like his personality, extremely self-righteous and overbearing, so stopped going to him after he said someone should do a RnY on me as a form of punishment. Ha ha, Doctor Dimbrain, I will have a RnY, but only because it is the best type of bariatric surgery for my health needs, not as a form of torture. Alas my cousin Theresa wasn't as bright, she let him perform his brand of magic on her, nothing but misery, she's lost. a third of her body weight because her diet was so limited, bad news she, unlike me ,was NOT obese, started at145 , lost 48 lbs and is the same height as me 5ft8in. Yeah under 100 lbs. I hope my surgeon is as good as I believe, because she may be following me to OSU to have hers rectified. I don"t want to die fat, but I'm hoping they also can save Theresa to a healthier life. And also with the Nissen,they may or not repair your hiatal hernia, although they should. After cousin T's problems I would never ever consider a Nissen for,myself😩

Orchids and Dragons & Miss Topaz-you don't realize how much I treasure both you. Miss Topaz, I'm not sure of your age but,I know chronologically I am older than Orchids and Dragons, probably you both. Yet when I read your posting, you have your "act together" so much more. And I enjoy your perspective on things. ☺ I'll confess something, when I was a "newbie" there was a certain poster I gravitated to, as time went by either I grew in courage or she changed her outlook. I still post occasionally on the same forums, she no longer acknowledges my contributions or posts back. So I guess we are electronically estranged at this time. She used to help me understand this weight loss🎢 journey, now she's off doing her own thing, 💯shallower in perspective. She even bullied me on B.P., don't know why for sure it happened, maybe her post-surgery hormones? But I'm gonna keep on keeping on, still struggling towards my🚧 finish line. Some days it starts seeming easier, the the fits and starts come back, the doubtful😣 voice inside starts saying " you are not good enough, you are very unworthy, this is why you are being punished" most of the time I am strong 💪enough, brave enough to say " Shut Up😠" but others I can't blind it😎,out. I had a ray🌟 of hope the other day. You,have probably heard me allude to my next Columbus appointment? I have been calling it my "trifecta" appointment because I'm meeting 3 ladies for 2 hours, my case manager, dietician, and nurse practioner. I had rationalized it was merely a "Hi,Nice to Meet You" meeting, okay I guess I can live with that. Then I happened to follow while submitting my viewpoint on some topic, another surgery seeker who was meeting with the self-same people at her hospital 🏥and it was her immediate PreSurgery appointment. And hope😐 started. to sprout inside, maybe just maybe it will be that way too. I have been through a Bariatric program 📝twice through, could it mean the new program,is now accepting everthing, there will be no further requirements and I also will receive my surgery😷 date? Oh,is this a valid 👍hope? And suddenly I felt a twinge of self-worthiness☺, a small seedling🌱of hope starting to grow. Maybe, just maybe, all my work, all the tears 💦I've shed had a purpose. And I'm still hoping it comes true! May 24th I'll know more of what lies ahead for👸 me.

Thanks both Moongoggie and Sharon. I❤ you both for answering. You know,many of u,ahave esteem issues. Me- everything in the worl that is bad is my personal fault. But,Donald :J Trump is not my fault, that b one😡 I won't take the blame for. You might call it a missplaced sense of guilt. Yeah I like that --might keep it and,work the phrase in somewhere. Well when the doctors kept,mentioning that I feel like I had done something very wrong, like it was a "rite of passage" I had somehow missed. I wanted not to lose it while it was still churning out hormones,now I really wouldn't care. So,Moongoggie did you find the excerpt you were going to share with me? The one telling,WLS post diet needs and helpers.

The correct title Surgery "it's the easy way"

Start a file to show him it's right for you. Hey we all are landing hard on you? Sweet Sleevie I could be the worst of all. I am 72,yeah you read that right, and at this late date I'm still growing up. See I was what you could become, I was married 44 years to someone, when I look back , was very emotionally controling. Why did I stay there? My generation was taught you put up with a lot just to keep a man, you're nothing without a man, ooh I'd could tell you until nightfall, but now I'm finally,standing,on my own 2 feet, not easy,when every joint is broken down by arthritis. My parents didn't want me to rush my health, I didn't have surgery, I got married, my husband put,me down for my weight, I didn't stand up to him about,it, I stifeled my heartbreak and kept,on, doing any thing to appease his anger so I could keep that man, and I grew a little heavier, had a daughter, raised up until she started school, goody half the responsability, now b I can have some time for me, lost a little weight, felt a little better about myself, did Mr Perfect notice? He complimented me to others but never to me, I was the fat blob,that should always obey him, asked about surgery, told what good would that do? As since I had be taught not to rock the status quo, I gave in, I was warm in a house, yes I had groceries, as long as I cooked what he wanted when he wanted it things were peaceful. I was such a good robot that when the 2 subsequent children cried I took them somewhere, took them for a walk so their noise wouldn't disturb Mr Perfect, the Great White husband, and I started gaining again, when he told me how ugly I was getting, I just gave in , agreed thinking that would make him love me more. Did it work ? Maybe,but he was still against a surgical change for me. And my arthritis kept on getting worse but I gritted me teeth and went on. And my children grew to young adulthood and then adulthood. Did I leave them or him? No I had promised to stay married to him in the wedding vows and my main duty was to,prep him and all the children happy, my wants got stuffed down and I continued on in my warm sheltered prison. Even when I got a job I was expected to return home promptly, gave my check into,the family coffers and kept my mouth shut, I wasn't out in the cold that way. Toward the end of my marriage I got a little more independant, having a job gave me a little more fire in my soul. I didn't hardly,mention WLS but I decided I would eventually have it for I felt my bodybstarting to slow down from the years of weight. The last few months of his life he started a new tactic on me. I couldn't cook right, now the children were mostly grown and not around to hearing him, he could try a few more belittling things. People at work started noticing I wasn't as bouncy and cheery as I once was, they attributed to me approaching retirement age, I didn't admit the unhappiness I got at home. I had started walking for exercise with a friend, I was accursed of having an affair with her. I couldn't keep the house clean, he could ha e helped, wouldn't, not a mans job so I did what I could in between working, decided he didn't feel like driving me back and forth, started using public,transit, asked if he would help me regain a license, I hadn't driven in years. Thought,maybe I drive it there with him in other seat, because I had learners permit , then if he drive the car back I could drive home. Seemed reasonable to me, he didn't think so, why would I want to be so silly and do that? And he started talking more about my ugliness, if weight,was,mentioned it was my fault,i was fat and ugly. Got a pedometer to check , my exercise level was quite adequate. I finally Rationlized maybe he was getting Alzheimers, if so maybe he couldn't help what he was saying. The unhappiness must be all my fault. And he started getting thinner, maybe I wasn't making sure he was getting enough to eat. He was always home, did he fix his own food, nope? Found out later after he would announce he was too tired to drive me, he would go out to eat. But I accepted everything was my fault. Didn't admit problems to anyone, that would admit my imperfections. After pointing out to me that he could control his diet and the diet didn't control him, another dig at me. He offered his ultimate insult,I was so ugly that not even a blind man would touch me, and if I did ever find,one, it would take every dollar in my wallet to pay him, for no intelligent would do it for free. And still he did this and I meekly accepted it. Then we lost power during a bad storm in 2012, no cold drinks, he wouldn't drink warm drinks or water so he basically dehydrated and died on the 4th of July. After he died I started going through his personal papers, turned out his doctor had told him he was in kidney failure, without intervention he would die. Had he told me, the woman who gave up college, sublimated her wishes, her self respect and did her up most to please him for 44 years, 2/3rd of her life?Nope, and suddenly the blinders fell off my eyes. I had given everything up and got little in return. I was basically alone, yes I still had my son, although he was and still,is a comfort, to me I would have to be an adult, yes the self-same person told,she was nothing wihout him to,lean on. Guess what he was wrong then and he's still wrong. I am loved in this world for being,me,not somebody's daughter, somebody's wife, somebody's parent, loved for me and me alone. And like a prisioner wrongly,imprisoned for a crime he didn't commit, I am free! And since I am now freed, I can want and achieve a dream, bariatric surgery, yes it is a late date in my life, but I can still have a few more years to live smaller, fitter and with a greater degree of health. And sad to say, there probably surgeon's that will say,i,am too old, too physically depleted for surgery. So now I have to carry,my own banner, at 20,30,40 even 50 people are happy to March with you on such,a journey. At 72 I am forced to,make my own kind of music, sing my own song, but even then, the sound of my voicecspeaking up still deserves to be heard. You said he is not supportive of your plans for surgery? Well earlier today I wrote a poem, well I do write poetry, that part of my personality didn't get killed. You'll find it posted under Surgery is it the easy way out? I may be a little proud of my own work but I think,of is pretty good. Go read,it, everyone else reading can too. Then get back to me if you like. I'm almost always within earshot,of my android phone. Your older but wiser friend Frust8

MissPriss deal me in to your poker game, I qualify. Gastritis,no polyps, GERD, small ulcer named Hector and moderate hiatal hernia. And probably in June I will become a Kangaroo, a RnY inside joke, due to the fact we all have pouches. 72, BMI 47-49 depending,on the table you use, 5ft8in tall,👸 fair skin, hazel green eyes, red-gold(aka Strawberry blonde) hair. Now you almost know as much as my future😷 surgical team will, only thing they will able to tell is whether the carpet matches the curtains. All I ask is that they put me to sleep before I can comment on how cold ❄the 🏥operating room is. I once blamed one of my surgeons for the temperature, told him he was trying to freeze the germs to death. Maybe it's to keep the surgeon's from working up a 😓 sweat? Nobody,ever gave me an answer I liked. Scared, oh heck no, I am looking forward to it, that's the start of my renovated, better life, I'll defeat the Ghrelin Monster at his own game, he won't run my life anymore. Been trying,to drown him in protein shakes but he keeps 🚣bobbing up to the surface. Die👎 dreaded appetite 👎Die!

I'll watch and wait with you. I keep thinking of the old song ME* MP *HIS and that's Memphis, Tennessee. Someday I'll visit there, not necessarily for a trip to Graceland, I've just always heard it is a very pretty city😝

I have a plate and 12 screws in my upper right arm, due to a severe fracture that had to be surgically reduced. All titanium, I am also,a quite allergic person including nickel and other metals. Been in there since February 2010, not one bit of trouble.😝 FYI,did you know Canadian nickels are magnetic, American are not. With the high amounts of their native nickel in the Precambrian Sheild, they can afford to make their 5 cent pieces of a purer metal.

I'm not an New Englander, just a humble Midwesterner but I will say there seem to,be quite a few Bostonians here. You might look up Coppola Bus, he will be having his surgery within the next week or 2. At any rate, welcome and please stay awile, we are all very nice people on Bariatric Pal👍😝