I was so excited to have the lap band and had no qualms about the surgery. I figured I would finally be thin!. HA! First, I mad e some mistakes which I own. I didn't go to the adjustments after the first 4 or 5. I felt like I was just number 10020. Having "Lurch" call my name and then have some one who didn't even look me in the eyes talk to me about "how you doin?" Then, go through the cup thing. I couldn't go back (each way was almost 45 minutes for a 5 minute check). Next, I couldn't give up the soda. OK I am hooked and can't get off. Finally, I was basically starving--living on liquids and vomiting anything larger than an M&M. so I eat (ate) ice cream. A couple of months ago I called to ask if I could visit the dr in charge of the practice -- "NO" Today I called to get help after at least 4 months on my own. "NO" (Insurance has to start all over again). Anyone relate? What do I do now? I feel like I am playing a table game (old style) Go back to start. . . . meanwhile I am so depressed!

I think you need to get a band buddy in your area and find a new doctor! That stuff is ridiculous.