Sarahbear

Yeah it was a trip getting banded in Mexico. Did you stay at the hotel on the hard beds? My band and incisions seem good. I am still having GAS and shoulder pain. I like the Gas X strips now. I carry them everywhere. Haha. I feel like a farty old lady.

Part 2 Thursday is kinda blurry. I woke up early to some nurse racket. More poking and prodding was needed. At one point a nurse came in and said my surgery time was changed but I never knew what the first one was. M says around 11 they took me away, they told M to "wait here" like I would be back soon. I took the elevator in a wheel chair and the male nurse was zooming me around the hospital it felt like I was on roller skates. We ended up some bottom floor, the nurse would walk by other nurses and they would have short conversations in Spanish and then smile really big at me. I felt like Alice in Wonderland. They then helped me into a bed and sent me to a room labeled Preparatory Room. While there, I encountered about 6 nurses doing various things to me. One did my IV another put stockings on me it felt pretty unreal. I think they gave me more sedative because it all just felt super odd. I then heard Laurie through the curtain (another bandster) I was so relieved to hear English and a person I knew. I asked her what was going on and she said that she was after her mom Jenny. The nurse later told me I was last. I was kinda sad about this and waiting felt like years. Some of the male nurses seemed to be flirting with me. I am not really sure because I was high. They were just asking me things like where I lived what my job was, the ones that spoke broken English really wanted to know me they all were super smiley. The anesthesiologist scared me a bit. I kept telling her I had asthma and she said "No problem" and I was like I have bad ASMA. "Honey don't worry I love my job, if something happens we try something else this is my job, RELAX" I was a little scared she kept rubbing my shoulder. I am not sure when but somehow I dozed off and woke up to a generator revving up. All the power went off and on, it was pretty trippy but is didn't concern me. I was more obsessed with getting it over with. So finally they came and got me. I was wheeled down a long haul to the room with two giant operating lights. It's weird because this is the 3rd time I have made it this far, most people pass out before the it the operating room, but it's really cool to see. Anyway they put you on the table it's tiny feeling and it seemed like I didn't fit well on it. They then take the arms and swing them out and tie you down in a cross position. Next the nurse said "here is you oxygen, think nice thoughts" I remember thinking of the Dali Lama it was the first thing I could think of that was a sign of peace, I then went to my Yoga meditation of floating on a raft at sea. I woke up in another room. I kept on pumping my legs up to my chest and down. I felt like I couldn't talk which was very weird. I wasn't sure if I was done and no one was their but a nurse at a station. She looked at me in that way a mother looks at her child to stop fidgeting. She eventually came over and took my blood pressure. I went in and out for who knows how long. I was worried about M, I wanted to see him right that second. Eventually I was wheeled back to my room. On the way I passed Maria who was already up and walking with her IV pole (another bandster) she is like "wow, aren't you chipper" I kept saying "I was last". She said her boyfriend was worried about me. I was confused when she said this. I thought did I almost die or something, nah" M was in the room I was so happy to see him. He got me a purple teddy bear that I became fixated to. He had been waiting for me for like 6 hours. Can you imaging being him not knowing anything for that long? He is so amazing. So while blitzed out of my mind I found a tube tied to my leg. I really wanted to get up and pee. But I had a catheter in me. I should have never told the nurse I was nauseas because she would not let me out of the bed for a couple hours. Eventually she removed it. I have thing with catheters they really gross me out. She said I could not stand up until I sat up for 10 minutes. I tried really hard but it was too difficult and then my mom called. It was so great to tell her I was OK. The rest is pretty blurry. I think a doctor came and saw me. I was a pain med junky every time they came in I whined for more. At night another nurse came on and woke me up periodically to poke at me. I remember Tijuana being so loud that night. It reminded me of Vegas except you hear cars drag racing and ambulances and sirens and shouting. Their were federal police guarding the hospital with AK's so I felt pretty safe. OK more later.. Part 3 :thumbup: Friday’s tale. Woke up early and was ordered to take a shower. I was still kind of out of it but felt the need to clean myself as best I could. After the shower the nurse said we had some test to take. We went and took some pink gunk and they did an x ray like deal to check the band. I guess it was good because then we were allowed to eat some food. Green jello and apple juice. Yum. JK. Soon after we were told we were checking out at noon, Mouse had not really eaten yet so I got dressed and we went across the street to TGIF Fridays. It was almost like the Americanized one. But it felt definitely Mexico. He had pancakes and I was all drugged up so I don't remember too much. Just the check was in pesos (but they take American currency) and difficult. We then we had to wait over an hour for Miguel are personal taxi guy. He took all of us bandsters to the hotel Plaza del teca hotel in central Tijuana. M and I were exhausted all the other bandsters went shopping. Around 4 o clock they delivered Jello and Apple juice to the room. As gross and non vegetarian the Jello was, I ate it. We then tried to sleep the beds were as hard as table tops. I am not sure if this is a Mexican thing, I am actually kind of curious. I could not sleep in any position and poor M was woken by my moaning. :/ We took a walk around the hotel which is known as a safe zone from the gun violence. Some tourist were by the pool and we chatted I told them I had surgery and they were all congratulating me. It was really nice especially from two men. I got uncomfortable when some wannabe looking gangster kids started hanging around. So we went back to the room and ordered room service. Jello for me and noodles for the prince. This was the first time I had to watch someone eat something that I WANTED. It's a very strange thing. Because usually I would of had the angel hair pasta. But nope I had to suffer with Jello. The next day Miguel picked us up at 9am to take us to the border. I was hoping we could make it by 10 o' clock and save 10 dollars in parking fees. The border crossing was crazy. Security has really changed and I am sure for the better but it took almost an hour and they x-rayed and checked are passports. We finally got in the car and on the road around 11. We were so ready to be home, my Mexican vacation was not much of a vacation! The drive was hard. I doped myself up the best I could and let Mouse drive. We got home around 5 and with the puppies I felt so much better apparently all my animals were very worried about me. They still have not left my side. That's about it! So day seven. I am extra sore and a little bruised last night was hard again. I had band practice and I over did it for sure. But I have lost 7 pounds in 7 days! That's so exciting. If anyone wants to lose weight go on a clear liquid diet for 3 days and then full liquid for 4 days. Apparently it's magic. I won't be eating the band diet for almost 2 more weeks. I guess that's when I will really see what is possible with it. I have to stay on liquids and then mushy foods until the band is healed. I think my first full food day is Sept 24 and I really want a small piece of pizza. LOL I know I'm bad.

Part 2 Thursday is kinda blurry. I woke up early to some nurse racket. More poking and prodding was needed. At one point a nurse came in and said my surgery time was changed but I never knew what the first one was. M says around 11 they took me away, they told M to "wait here" like I would be back soon. I took the elevator in a wheel chair and the male nurse was zooming me around the hospital it felt like I was on roller skates. We ended up some bottom floor, the nurse would walk by other nurses and they would have short conversations in Spanish and then smile really big at me. I felt like Alice in Wonderland. They then helped me into a bed and sent me to a room labeled Preparatory Room. While there, I encountered about 6 nurses doing various things to me. One did my IV another put stockings on me it felt pretty unreal. I think they gave me more sedative because it all just felt super odd. I then heard Laurie through the curtain (another bandster) I was so relieved to hear English and a person I knew. I asked her what was going on and she said that she was after her mom Jenny. The nurse later told me I was last. I was kinda sad about this and waiting felt like years. Some of the male nurses seemed to be flirting with me. I am not really sure because I was high. They were just asking me things like where I lived what my job was, the ones that spoke broken English really wanted to know me they all were super smiley. The anesthesiologist scared me a bit. I kept telling her I had asthma and she said "No problem" and I was like I have bad ASMA. "Honey don't worry I love my job, if something happens we try something else this is my job, RELAX" I was a little scared she kept rubbing my shoulder. I am not sure when but somehow I dozed off and woke up to a generator revving up. All the power went off and on, it was pretty trippy but is didn't concern me. I was more obsessed with getting it over with. So finally they came and got me. I was wheeled down a long haul to the room with two giant operating lights. It's weird because this is the 3rd time I have made it this far, most people pass out before the it the operating room, but it's really cool to see. Anyway they put you on the table it's tiny feeling and it seemed like I didn't fit well on it. They then take the arms and swing them out and tie you down in a cross position. Next the nurse said "here is you oxygen, think nice thoughts" I remember thinking of the Dali Lama it was the first thing I could think of that was a sign of peace, I then went to my Yoga meditation of floating on a raft at sea. I woke up in another room. I kept on pumping my legs up to my chest and down. I felt like I couldn't talk which was very weird. I wasn't sure if I was done and no one was their but a nurse at a station. She looked at me in that way a mother looks at her child to stop fidgeting. She eventually came over and took my blood pressure. I went in and out for who knows how long. I was worried about M, I wanted to see him right that second. Eventually I was wheeled back to my room. On the way I passed Maria who was already up and walking with her IV pole (another bandster) she is like "wow, aren't you chipper" I kept saying "I was last". She said her boyfriend was worried about me. I was confused when she said this. I thought did I almost die or something, nah" M was in the room I was so happy to see him. He got me a purple teddy bear that I became fixated to. He had been waiting for me for like 6 hours. Can you imaging being him not knowing anything for that long? He is so amazing. So while blitzed out of my mind I found a tube tied to my leg. I really wanted to get up and pee. But I had a catheter in me. I should have never told the nurse I was nauseas because she would not let me out of the bed for a couple hours. Eventually she removed it. I have thing with catheters they really gross me out. She said I could not stand up until I sat up for 10 minutes. I tried really hard but it was too difficult and then my mom called. It was so great to tell her I was OK. The rest is pretty blurry. I think a doctor came and saw me. I was a pain med junky every time they came in I whined for more. At night another nurse came on and woke me up periodically to poke at me. I remember Tijuana being so loud that night. It reminded me of Vegas except you hear cars drag racing and ambulances and sirens and shouting. Their were federal police guarding the hospital with AK's so I felt pretty safe. OK more later.. Part 3 :tongue_smilie: Friday’s tale. Woke up early and was ordered to take a shower. I was still kind of out of it but felt the need to clean myself as best I could. After the shower the nurse said we had some test to take. We went and took some pink gunk and they did an x ray like deal to check the band. I guess it was good because then we were allowed to eat some food. Green jello and apple juice. Yum. JK. Soon after we were told we were checking out at noon, Mouse had not really eaten yet so I got dressed and we went across the street to TGIF Fridays. It was almost like the Americanized one. But it felt definitely Mexico. He had pancakes and I was all drugged up so I don't remember too much. Just the check was in pesos (but they take American currency) and difficult. We then we had to wait over an hour for Miguel are personal taxi guy. He took all of us bandsters to the hotel Plaza del teca hotel in central Tijuana. M and I were exhausted all the other bandsters went shopping. Around 4 o clock they delivered Jello and Apple juice to the room. As gross and non vegetarian the Jello was, I ate it. We then tried to sleep the beds were as hard as table tops. I am not sure if this is a Mexican thing, I am actually kind of curious. I could not sleep in any position and poor M was woken by my moaning. :/ We took a walk around the hotel which is known as a safe zone from the gun violence. Some tourist were by the pool and we chatted I told them I had surgery and they were all congratulating me. It was really nice especially from two men. I got uncomfortable when some wannabe looking gangster kids started hanging around. So we went back to the room and ordered room service. Jello for me and noodles for the prince. This was the first time I had to watch someone eat something that I WANTED. It's a very strange thing. Because usually I would of had the angel hair pasta. But nope I had to suffer with Jello. The next day Miguel picked us up at 9am to take us to the border. I was hoping we could make it by 10 o' clock and save 10 dollars in parking fees. The border crossing was crazy. Security has really changed and I am sure for the better but it took almost an hour and they x-rayed and checked are passports. We finally got in the car and on the road around 11. We were so ready to be home, my Mexican vacation was not much of a vacation! The drive was hard. I doped myself up the best I could and let Mouse drive. We got home around 5 and with the puppies I felt so much better apparently all my animals were very worried about me. They still have not left my side. That's about it! So day seven. I am extra sore and a little bruised last night was hard again. I had band practice and I over did it for sure. But I have lost 7 pounds in 7 days! That's so exciting. If anyone wants to lose weight go on a clear liquid diet for 3 days and then full liquid for 4 days. Apparently it's magic. I won't be eating the band diet for almost 2 more weeks. I guess that's when I will really see what is possible with it. I have to stay on liquids and then mushy foods until the band is healed. I think my first full food day is Sept 24 and I really want a small piece of pizza. LOL I know I'm bad.

I wanted to post this. This is from my livejournal and I thought people might want to read about my surgery journey. My surgery was 08/27/09 I changed my boyfriends name to M. I just don't want annoying people that I know, to find out I had this surgery. So on Thursday I had lap band surgery. Yeah crazy, I know. But when you have done every diet since the age of 10 you kind of have to do something drastic. Truth is the ONLY thing making me depressed was my weight and it was getting me all kinds of depressed. Hopefully now I can live again. I hope my friends respect my decision. I feel if I needed a boob job I would have gone and done the same thing, I want to improve me. It's partially cosmetic but also it's a lobotomy of my brain I can no longer EAT. I mean eat eat. My stomach can only 1/4 a cup at a time. So I write this saga while on vicodin sorry if it's confusing. It all started in December the weight since has piled on and on. I checked out some place online and attended a seminar in July. After going I knew then that this was probably the closet I would come to a miracle diet. One problem money! They wanted 18k and getting a personal loan in this economy is a joke. My only collateral was my car but those loans were just stupid. So after more research I found Dr. Kuri in Mexico. I know you may think this is crazy but I also get dental in Mexico so this was not that far fetched of an idea. It took me awhile to commit to doing it. But once I got approved for 5k I wanted it done ASAP. With the help of a friend I borrowed 2k more and was off to Mexico with M. I think I will do Weds and add the rest later. Weds 8/26/2009 it was pre-op day, X-rays, blood work, EKG you name it they did it. It was all nerve racking to do all this on no sleep we drove to Tijuana at 11pm the night before. My Dr. Appt was at 10am weds. The best part of the story is that my loan was only conditionally approved and it was like 50/50 would I make it? But I got the call of approval at 1pm during a blood draw at the hospital I kinda screamed and danced, the other girls were so excited for me. So after all that I and 3 other pre-op "bandsters" went for last supper at a real Mexican restaurant everything was in Pesos (yeah fun). I had cheese enchiladas with molee sauce. It was ok but really I could hardly eat I was really excited and exhausted. That day we checked into the hospital. It was pretty much brand new and we all had private suites with showers. Here is the place http://www.hospitalangelestijuana.com.mx/ at 7pm we had to meet the surgeon for a little meeting. He was the coolest guy and very mysterious in a good way he had Latin charm he was like a Mexican Hugh Hefner personality wise. He explained the band rules and showed how it would be placed and answered all our questions. By this time their were 7 of us being banded on Thursday, I was the second to the thinnest which was kinda weird but good I guess, I didn't feel morbidly obese for once.. I asked if I could go first and he said he had to look at the charts to decide the order. We than all retired to our suites. I watched TV but 50% was in Spanish and the other subtitled gotta love the E channel in Mexico they show full nudity. So the nurses at the hospital were hilarious, oh and beautiful most of them looked like models. So the Doctors and the head people all speak English but the nurses forget it. They answer "no problem" when they have no idea what you are saying. I ended up doing allot of hand gestures. Trying to get the asthma treatment the pre op Dr. prescribed was entertaining. But they showed up hours later with the breathing machine so either I explained it or they finally got my chart. They later gave us all a sedative to sleep that was pretty awesome because it is fucking insanely loud in Mexico. Tijuana never sleeps. Also the nurses bug you every 2 hours with blood pressure and temp readings on top of that. I have to say they are very thorough in Mexico with health care. I slept kinda odd and M slept on this "day bed" next to me that was more like a board with cushions. More later...I need to lie down.

Yeah if I stall in wheight loss I will fill at 6 weeks. But I would be afraid of getting too tight. The horror stories of being too tight and getting food stuck are pretty groos.

Hi, I am almost at week 3 and I really want a gym partner. I use LA Fitness so I can go to any LA Fitness in AZ I go to two one by my work in Paradise Valley and the other near the Biltmore. Also I rollerblade in Scottsdale bike paths at night (pre surgery anyway) this is so much fun and a great workout. Also Yoga is the best thing for my body.I have not done any Yoga in weeks! I am so scared of hurting my belly. About me. I am a young 31, alternative, vegetarian, no kids, animal lover, very openminded to all types of people (hopefully you are too) and I am aiming to lose 80+ pounds. I have an intermediate fitness level. Thanks, Sarah

I am trying to not get hungrier. My weight has stalled the last few days I am stuck at 244, so I need to kick some ass the next few days and workout. I do not want to gain anything. I have been eating carbs and veggie protein like soy. I am eating about 4oz 3-4 times a day. I think this is good. My Dr. did not give the best nutritional guide other than getting protein. I am vegetarian so it's different for me. I wish I could afford a nutrionalist. Any advice on eating on the mushies would be awesome :thumbup: Breakfast today was 1 pack oatmeal and half a nanner. Lunch will likely be 4oz veg chicken Dinner 1 large veggie sausage 30 grams of protein :yikes: I know it sounds vain but I have a show on 9/25 and really want to be 230.

I will try that. My incisions look great now but you can still see the band aide burns. Crazy. I have never been allergic to them before. But I also have whacky allergies so it does not surprise me.

I am so excited I am down 7 pounds! Just had some tomato bisque soup :party: I over did it last night jumping around at practice. I have learned my lesson. I think I will rest more this weekend, before jumping all the way back into my routine. I also have a band aide adhesive allergy. So I am sans bandages for the first time all week, I think they're close enough to heal without bandages. But the burns created by the band aids is pretty bad looking . It has kept my mind off the cough for sure. Back to work!

Thank you. I didn't know I how to check comments on here. I am doing much better now with very little pain :thumbup: Though my weight has stalled the last 2 days.

whoosh! I have had the worst drug withdrawls the last few days. I wish I weened my self off istead of cold turkey. Oh well it's been two days now so I should be better tonight? I hope so. I am still in some mild pain. But the bloating is going down and I can see/feel the weight I have lost. I have been eating a little more which kind of scares me but at the same time 1 packet of watery oatmeal fills me up. So I guess I am worried about nothing. I hope I lose more by tomorrow. I am weighing myself everyday. I know it seems crazy but I want to keep myself in check. I do not want to gain one freaking pound.

that's a great idea :thumbup:

Nothing really new. I have been eating small mushy meals. I have eaten out twice now and I enjoy being able to eat 1/4-1/5 of the serving and not feeling the need to eat more. I do find that waitresses are obsessed with you ordering a drink. It's a hard thing to get around. Last night she asked me 3 times! I have to admit I have not eaten the healthiest but I am eating really small portions of the food I love. I hope that's ok. I need to find healthy mushy vegetarian food. Heh. Pitta Pizza I am sure is not considered diet food. But I have sworn off ever dieting again. I want to eat real food just alot less. I have not lost in the last few days. But I am way less gassy so I am a happy girl. Sarah :thumbup:

Things are going pretty good. Stomach noise is getting better. Today I think I actually hit my protein goal. It's all veggie meat. I wonder if it will help shed weight? I am still having shoulder pain. It's pretty awesome. But after reading some of my surgery day pals emails makes me think I have it easy. One girl still has port pain. Mine is practically healed. Thanks to bacitracin. I am still using it a little because it seems to be making the scars dissapear! So no major weight change in the last few days. But I need to exercise. I will do 45 treadmil tonight. Promise. :thumbup: Big Brother tonight. Yahoooooo.

Things are going pretty good. Stomach noise is getting better. Today I think I actually hit my protein goal. It's all veggie meat. I wonder if it will help shed weight? I am still having shoulder pain. It's pretty awesome. But after reading some of my surgery day pals emails makes me think I have it easy. One girl still has port pain. Mine is practically healed. Thanks to bacitracin. I am still using it a little because it seems to be making the scars dissapear! So no major weight change in the last few days. But I need to exercise. I will do 45 treadmil tonight. Promise. :thumbup: Big Brother tonight. Yahoooooo.

I read that some people go 9mths without the first fill because they're losing. I have good restriction too. I was banded 8/27/09. My doctor is strict on waiting 6 weeks before the first fill and I thought that would be imposible, but I have lost 11 pounds already and that's awesome.

Nothing really new. I have been eating small mushy meals. I have eaten out twice now and I enjoy being able to eat 1/4-1/5 of the serving and not feeling the need to eat more. I do find that waitresses are obsessed with you ordering a drink. It's a hard thing to get around. Last night she asked me 3 times! I have to admit I have not eaten the healthiest but I am eating really small portions of the food I love. I hope that's ok. I need to find healthy mushy vegetarian food. Heh. Pitta Pizza I am sure is not considered diet food. But I have sworn off ever dieting again. I want to eat real food just alot less. I have not lost in the last few days. But I am way less gassy so I am a happy girl. Sarah :thumbup:

Oh shoulder gas pain where did you come from? I could barely work today. I gave into taking a vicodin so I can sleep. I think this is the worst I have had it. Other than the SHOULDER pain from hell. My surgery is doing great. I at 2 veggie chicken nuggets and had no issues! Food does not seem to taste half as good as it used to. I find over chewing kills the taste making me not want to eat. So I guess that's good. I still love my coconut popsicles. Not sure how to give those up.

Oh shoulder gas pain where did you come from? I could barely work today. I gave into taking a vicodin so I can sleep. I think this is the worst I have had it. Other than the SHOULDER pain from hell. My surgery is doing great. I at 2 veggie chicken nuggets and had no issues! Food does not seem to taste half as good as it used to. I find over chewing kills the taste making me not want to eat. So I guess that's good. I still love my coconut popsicles. Not sure how to give those up.

I am 14 day out and am having a terrible bout of shoulder gas pain. Gah. I agree that it's worse than the abdominal pain. It's a stabbing jabbing pain that grates my nerves.

Ode to shoulder gas pain. I thought I was done with this. Guess not! I have spent the last 3 hours moaning. I hate this feeling. Maybe I should take some gas stuff. Other than that I am really looking forward to mushy foods! I could drool thinking about something yummy. :thumbdown: Oh they have a smiley for that. So I lost another pound. I am rockin' the lap band! Blog readers please comment.

Ode to shoulder gas pain. I thought I was done with this. Guess not! I have spent the last 3 hours moaning. I hate this feeling. Maybe I should take some gas stuff. Other than that I am really looking forward to mushy foods! I could drool thinking about something yummy. :redface: Oh they have a smiley for that. So I lost another pound. I am rockin' the lap band! Blog readers please comment.

Yay! Milestone one, I have lost 10 pounds! I am 10% to my goal. I am soooo in love with my lapband. I ate 1 package of oatmeal and was very full. I used to eat 3 at a time and never felt really full. I am so excited. I really believe I will hit my goals. :thumbdown:

Yay! Milestone one, I have lost 10 pounds! I am 10% to my goal. I am soooo in love with my lapband. I ate 1 package of oatmeal and was very full. I used to eat 3 at a time and never felt really full. I am so excited. I really believe I will hit my goals. :redface:

Yay! Labor Day! OOh so I am just relaxing today. My incisions are healing very nicely :thumbdown: I have also been eating chunkier liquids. I 4 bites of pureed mac and cheese. It was satisfying but way to filling. I love that I can eat tiny bites of food and be full. I am trying to figure out not to have liquids for 2 hours. It seems like torture.