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Neri

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  1. In my first attempt, I chose my surgeon because he was in the area, took my insurance, and did bariatric surgeries. Didn't really look up anything about him. It was a mistake.

    This new surgeon I found through my insurance again, but this time I did more research. He has much better reviews, focuses on obesity medicine, and is part of the program that initially brought bariatric surgery to western PA.


  2. It's a shortened version of my usual username, Nerisyns.

    Nerisyns was the name of one of my favorite Dungeons and Dragons characters. It then became my handle on a couple MMORPGs, and eventually became my username for just about everything.


  3. I'm a 26-year-old, weird, and awkward paginator who would rather stay home and play video games than go out. I'm quiet and shy, but get to know me and you'll find someone who loves to laugh and make people smile. I love to be creative too by writing, drawing, and crocheting, even though I feel like I'm not any good at them. :)


  4. On 8/29/2018 at 5:03 PM, SteveT74 said:

    If you're taking metformin, I assume you have type 2 diabetes. I do as well and in May my doc put me on Victoza, which causes weight loss. I lost 15 pounds just from taking that medication (brought down my A1C too)--believe it wasn't from dieting. Just a thought....

    I actually have Insulin Resistance, not Type 2 Diabetes, but it's close enough that I was put on Metformin. I was talking with my doctor today and suggested Victoza, but they apparently don't prescribe it there. Go figure. But thank you for the suggestion!


  5. So my insurance wants 6 months of medically managed weight loss. Keyword there is "loss". Thursday I go in for my 4-month check-in, and the papers that get filled out each visit will continue to show a weight gain. It was only about 2 or 3 weeks ago that I was put on a dosage of Metformin that doesn't make me sick, and I've lost about 3 pounds since then. Yet my forms will still show a 17 pound gain from when I first started my journey (Started at 360, ballooned up to 380, then got on Metformin and now at 377). I know I still have 2 months still to lose weight, but I'm afraid insurance is going to deny me and all my work will have gone to waste again, all because I wasn't back on Metformin until now.


  6. 20 hours ago, Frustr8 said:

    And "neri" if you ever need a BARI God/Grandma look me up. So much of your story resonates with me, I think we could be good for each other, Granted I am a whole lot older but I just now myself am having surgery. At 7 AM EDT,September 5th I will have my own RnY bypass surgery. I now have a wonderful surgeon in a Wonderful caring program at Ohio State University in Columbus. Ohio. But it wasn't always so, I went through another program not once but twice and then was capriciously," kicked to the curb" by their surgeon and his 2 buddies. Three surgeons and not a one thought I was worth the surgery. That hurt so badly, they had wasted my,time, ripped off my insurances , and were definitely not the right kind of people. You know Neri when I met him I sensed there was something "off" about him, but I pushed that to the back , thought his lack of warmness was somehow my fault. Trust your instincts, they are seldom wrong. I honestly believe if I had walked out their door and onto the Interstate they would have not shed a tear, probably would not even noticed. But I wanted my surgery so badly, jumped through every hoop, met with every specialist they could dream up and for what? So they could turn away from me, verbally deprecate me to other members of their staff, I wish there was some way of suing them for "failure to provide".
    At my new facility everyone wasvwelcoming, genuinely interested in me as a person, asked how they could "help"me, want me to be as successful as I wish for myself. They show a commitment the first place never did.
    I didn't tell you how old I am and perhaps I should. I am 72 years old now, I will be 73 the day after Christmas. Now that is a far from typical age, at a time of life where many,wish to retire, I instead want to live, I grew tired of being sick and tired. And I phsiologically am still quite young My primary care physician is less than 50 years old. I have a lower blood pressure, a lower cholesterol, no diabetes, all the things that should be wrong with me aren't. And I earnestly yearn for my surgery, I will have a tool to effect a change in my life And I will not mess up this chance for anything or anyone. This is my time to shine forth and I shall do it. No doubts, no fears , they drowned a long time ago in my tears.
    Now I face bravely all that will occur and have still trust.
    And I will be a. Final Victor for indeed I must.
    Your new friend and future surgery mate Frustr8

    I never did say how old I was either, did I? I'm 26. But still, isn't it so nice to go into a facility that is so much more welcoming? It just feels safer. At least, to me it does anyway.


  7. 20 hours ago, GreenTealael said:

    Thanks for sharing your story, i hope you stick around and continue to work towards your all of your goals.

    I also hope you (and everyone) will continue to seek mental health services throughout your journey because as you will read frequently, the mental part is very instrumental in overall success or struggles after surgery. Losing weight may just be one element in the compound of happiness.

    Safe Journey!!!

    Thank you. I'm definitely going to be sticking around here, and staying with mental health services. Like you said, the mental part is instrumental to success!


  8. I'm only halfway through the six months of visits I need before a request can even be sent to insurance, but I decided I wanted to tell my story so far anyway. I'll update here as things go on.

    I just want to give a bit of a warning, however. For those of you with triggers, there is talk of mental health and suicide.

    On with the show, I suppose.

    I've been heavy since I was a little girl. Big boned, yes, but also more than my fair share of baby fat. But at the time, it was nothing too concerning. "It'll disappear when she gets older," people would tell my parents. If only that were true.

    By the time I was about 12, that baby fat had turned into even more fat. My mom, who had also gotten heavy after the birth of my younger brother, decided it was time for a change. She and I started Atkins. But that didn't last long. Sure, we both lost a little, but a long stall coupled with cravings made us stop.

    As a teenage girl, I became a lot more conscious about my weight. I started trying everything. Weight Watchers, counting calories, Atkins again, even starving myself. But nothing worked. I would lose a little, then regain it and more. It was rough being a 200+ lb girl, especially one that ended up gaining three big issues. The first issue was that I became a boredom eater. The second was that I had become a binge eater. This compared with the first was a problem meant when I got bored, I would binge. But there was yet another problem under all of this.

    I wanted to die.

    Failures in my weight and other unrelated areas of my life such as school, caused me to spiral into a deep depression. I slept most of the day and had almost no friends. Not even the voice in my head was a friend of mine. Whenever I started a binge, I would hear it.

    "Yes. Eat, little piggy. You're so fat and ugly, and a failure. You deserve nothing, not even love. No one likes you, so just eat yourself to death."

    I wanted to commit suicide not by any normal method, but by slowly destroying my body. Eating until I was so big I died of any number of issues. I knew a few people cared about me, my parents and at least one person at school. That was another reason for trying to die slowly. I wanted them to become so disgusted with me, that they wouldn't care if I died.

    This carried on into my first two years of college. And then I had a psychological breakdown. I won't go into what happened, but I ended up seeing both a psychologist and a psychiatrist. Together we started to work through my issues, silencing the voice in my head, dealing with my depression, treating anxiety, getting me to be a functional part of society.

    I was seeing an OBGYN during this time as well, and I was diagnosed with PCOS and the insulin resistance that came with it. That seemed to be a lot of the reason why I couldn't lose weight. But what was left for me to try? Another diet? I felt like nothing worked. I tried Nutrisystem, but the food was gross and I was unhappy. But due to the psychological help and a name to what's been plaguing my weight (and the love of my fiancee, who I met after receiving help), I no longer wanted to die. I wanted to live. I wanted to see 30. So two years ago I turned to weight loss surgery.

    I planned to have the bypass done, but right off the bat, I wasn't too fond of my surgical team. I felt like a number to them. My surgeon I would only see for maybe a minute each appointment if I saw him at all. But still, I stuck with it until my sixth appointment got canceled. It was late December. He had gone on vacation. My PCP, who I had been able to see for some of the check-ins, had a full schedule so I couldn't see her. No one would do the check-in.

    I had to start all over again.

    It was at this point that my mom suggested I try Keto. It worked for my Uncle. It was working relatively well for her. I decided why not.

    The reason why I shouldn't have was because I gained an obsession with numbers. In Keto (at least the way I understood it), the general maximum grams of carbs per day is 20. I felt guilty if I went over 5. In a sense, it worked. I lost about 30 pounds. But at this time, I also started to abuse laxatives because I wanted to keep seeing that number on the scale go down. Still, much like everything else I had tried before, I hit a stall then started to regain.

    Frustrated, I gave up. I went back to my old ways, figuring that I had screwed my body up too badly to be recovered.

    Then, three months and a change in insurance ago, I got curious. Would my new insurance cover bariatric surgery? I checked and saw that it would. That day, I made a decision. I would get on the path to surgery again. And this time, I would complete it no matter what. I found a new surgeon with a new group. It's one that actually specializes in obesity medicine. Half of my six appointments are actually with the surgeon, and he explains things in more detail than I got before. The other half is with a nutritionist who is actually knowledgeable about the dietary needs of bariatric patients.

    I feel like a person, not a number.

    I feel actually informed.

    I feel more ready for this surgery.

    In October, a week after I get married, I will be having my last check-in with my surgeon. Then everything will go to insurance.

    I'm ready.


  9. Ahhhh! Seeing all these sweet, beautiful babies makes me so jealous! I haven't had a dog in two years, and have been just itching to get one. Not sure if my kitty would like not being an only child though. :lol:

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