Wombatpringle

Super oily skin. Ewww. It's not bad enough I got some bronchitis thing the night before so no one knew I was sick till after the surgery. Coughing and any abdominal surgery is very much living poo, but, my skin and hair also need to become so oily that I feel all slimy. Ugh. I mean I'll live but, ewe

Yes excessive vomiting is extremely damaging. HCl is no joke. The damage it does to your esophagus, teeth, gums is tremendous. The damage that occurs from the violent contractions is also serious. You might want to consider speaking to your surgeon, very soon.

How is that possible? You did have a follow-up within two weeks didn't you?

Well that's all yuck. I'm really sorry to hear that. My mom had to go to the hospital the night before my surgery and they kept us in the waiting room of the ER for five hours before getting her into a room. Of course I didn't know at the time of my surgery I had gotten some nasty cough. Can we just talk about bariatric surgery and bronchitis type coughing with fever. Yep it really hurts. My surgery was the 27 of this month. My mom is still in the hospital, (different one than I used), and I wouldn't have survived without my husband and best friend. Both have had to endure me not being so nice all the time. Complex PTSD and extreme stress can make me one sharp tounged monster. I don't even see it coming most of the time. Coughing is a good warning that what will follow may not be suitable for all audience members. Are you completely alone or do you have other friends and family around?

Talk to a Dr.

I can't even stand up straight or take off my stomach sucker yet to see them.

This is all true. It's going to be up to the poster to decide if they have the time and energy to proceed with legal action. Someone isn't simply a doormat because they decide not to proceed with legal actions. Sometimes, it isn't the healthiest option for a person. I agree with speaking to a lawyer but, then there are many things which need to be considered and a good lawyer will point those out. Best of luck to the original poster. I hope it works out for you.

How is it going? I am also doing mine on the break between semester's. My surgery is the 27th.

Doctor's have incredible lawyers. I mean you're getting a new surgery and I can only fathom how difficult this has been. Do you want to endure, can you handle the stress and time required to persue this, especially if you are going to be focused on your new life?

So, I was supposed to get bypass 15 years ago. Two days before my surgery, my gallbladder decided it was done with me. After nine months of driving to Boston weekly it was going to be be post-poned two more months and I was kinda freaked out so I bailed. Five years later I went to a different surgeon in Burlington MA, still a shleap drive but, more manageable. Halfway through he got called to activate duty. Scared the poop out of me and I vowed never again would I try. I did lose 100 pounds seven years ago and I did keep many of those lifestyle changes. I don't drink soda, only drink skim milk, learned to love veggies and water just lost the pool I once had access to and it took six years for the weight to slowly creep back but all but fifty pounds of it has. I'm actually a very active person except when school leaves me not sleeping or doing anything beyond studying 16 hours a day. I don't even own a television. I've been overweight my entire life though. It's annoying. Two people I know have had this done. I am in the last year of my undergraduate Geology program and sick of being less mobile than I want or need to be. I called the same surgeon one of my friends used and managed to get a date of December 27, 2018. Perfect time gives me just under a month to heal before classes restart. I am a broker than broke person. Seriously message me sometime, it stupid my financial situation. Laughable and stupid. Anyway will change soonish I hope. I started the liquid diet last Thursday. Two days ago after my mom sent me to the bakery and McDonald's, and I maintained willpower, she friend chicken and I caved. I had three chicken tenders. I had been craving salt for two days and learned a valuable lesson: if she's cooking an it smells good, go play Pokemon. If you're super craving salt, eat some, just lick it like a goat. I have low blood pressure actually and it's been dropping with the 34 so far lost pounds. Fried chicken has always just been a substance to adhere salt to. If I am craving salt that badly, my body needs it for something. The only possible hold out beyond my chicken tender disaster is I didn't quit smoking until the 26th of November. My urine taken the 27th of November was really high, duh, I could have told them it would have been. I was told I had to quit a month before. I did. I just tested again yesterday and haven't heard back. Any delay in surgery means putting it off possibly till May if not indefinitely if I get an immediate job out of school. Should be fine but I heard menthol can take longer to exit the system and that's what I smoked. Anyway, I'm a nervous, insane wreck of a person who really really doesn't want to do this. I hate hospitals. I hate doctors and I hate surgeries, not to mention the reeling effect from the first two failures. Am I screwed because I had three tenders? Been on track ever since. What do I do about clothes provided I survive this awful procedure? I get the importance of this nightmare or I wouldn't be doing it. Like I said, I have a long list of objections but obviously have weighed the benefits and made my choice. Really looking forward to being able to have quality, fitting, outdoor clothing. I dream of a good rain jacket, snow pants, coat and boots. Like these things are so important to me, you have no idea. Would love advice or something