I was banded on Thursday, September 7 of this year. I never felt any sense of restriction after my two first fills and my third fill only brought me up to 6cc. For the first couple of weeks I was sure that I was going to need more but the band then began to tighten up a little. As Christmas rolled around it was getting tighter and tighter but I was still having no real problems and I have never, ever PB-ed until last night when I was at my in-laws for Christmas dinner. My mother-in-law is German and Christmas Eve is almost more important than Christmas Day.

My plate arrived with all the food already served. There was a lot but I was hungry.:hungry: I took a couple of bites, got a golf ball, belched, took a sip of wine, and thought it would go away.:omg: Then I felt myself beginning to sweat, turning red and then turning white! :present: Thirty seconds later I abruptly got up from the table, went to the downstairs can, the food just bounced out, and I was fine.:heh: What a weird experience! And so easy! :present: Historically I have always had a tough time with puking.

Of course they all knew that something was wrong. I had left the table so suddenly. They sent my husband down to investigate.:girl_hug: This was the embarassing part.:embarassed: And that is the story of my Christmas PB.

And, oh yah, my -in-laws said that I looked fabulous!!! :clap2:

Yep Green,I was there on the 7th. I always wear black, probably had on black jeans and a black v-neck sweater with a shirt underneath....long blond hair and only 5' tall.....I remember have a chat with a good looking tall guy who had just had a beer and was on his way for another.

Carol

Ha, Ha, Ha Hilairious!!!

Oh, green, I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you.:rolleyes

Yep Green,I was there on the 7th. I always wear black, probably had on black jeans and a black v-neck sweater with a shirt underneath....long blond hair and only 5' tall.....I remember have a chat with a good looking tall guy who had just had a beer and was on his way for another.

Carol

Yup, that would be him: tall, good lookin' and a beer drinker....:girl_hug: *Heh heh* Because of the beer we had to go home in a taxi. The cabby drove the way cabbies do, breaking suddenly, accelerating, and weaving in and out of traffic. It was not a calm ride. I was so stoned from the wonderful drugs that I was flopping about and by the time we got home I was bleeding profusely. It was a helluva day!:omg: :phanvan

That night he was like a mother hen with her chick, however..... And I was so stoned that I was kinda relaxed about the situation.

It's okay, Cloe, you can laugh.

Thanks for sharing. I have to tell you that there were certain bits of information about the band that I withheld from my mate. I never told him about sliming and the PBs. I figured that the $16Gs and the operation would be shock enough. :speechles

And if any of you remember my earliest posts, the dude did spend the time while I was being operated on drinking big beers at a nearby restaurant. Such was dh's stress! :tired

Anyhow, I only came clean about the PB problem on the drive home from his parents' house after my first ever PB. He was kinda fascinated and has been talking about them ever since. Seems that they are up there with farts, eh. Men are so gross. And Green is so amused! (Sometimes she suspects that she is part woman, part frat boy............:faint: )

LMAO I hear ya girlfriend...16g almost floored my hubby, he got past it but I think I'll keep this pbing thing to myself...not banded yet hopefully soon