SO I have been having sharp pain in my port side just below it...then the pain intensified over a few days and spread to my flank and back....

I went to the surgeon yesterday...I tested positive for a kidney infection...on friday if the pain doesnt get any better on the antibiotics, I have to go to have a CT scan. His thereoy is this...my port tube may also be wrapped arround fat or adhered to a muscle. if he sees the problem he will go in and take care of it. if he finds nothing, i can have him do an exploritory lap and if still he sees nothing he said that there is a chance he will have to remove the band because my body can be rejecting it. I would be bummed to lose the band...I only had it since Jan 22 and have lost a total of 52 pounds.

Wow. Well best of luck to you on this. Congrats on the 52! Way to go. I'm sorry for your present hassles.

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Folks I am flat wigging out. I mean it. I'm an emotional rock crusher right now.

I have ZERO tolerance for foul odors. One day something tastes good, the next I could and would gag.

I screamed at my family for taking such advantage of me. I normally work my AZZ off and have so since they were born and since I married. This is some 25 years. I tried to return to work this week and my job requires HIGH levels of mental processing. I just could not do it. So now I am home.

I sent them to the store last night for FOUR items. food items that I can eat. Someone decided I didn't NEED one or two things. I flipped out.

I am feeling like at a critical time when I need some support and YES pampering, they are bailing on me.

Does anyone remember labor and what TRANSITION was during labor? THAT is what this feels like.

Lap- Sounds like you're pregnant! J/k

I know what you mean about the pampering. You have years on me, but for about 5 years, its just me and fiance and I take care of EVERYTHING!! I clean, I cook (yeah right, just kidding, neither of us a cook).. but if someone was going to cook, it would be me!, I pick up after the animals (all of which seem to have some disgusting habit that needs cleaning up on a daily basis), I do the dishes, I do laundry, I pay the bills.. And before the surgery I told him it's his turn, I need to be relaxing and doing nothing. Well, he did it half-ass.. picked up a couple things when I fussed.. but other then that, this place has turned into a pig stye. Only because of the doctor's orders to rest my side, have I not started tearing the place apart. And I've had to send him to the grocery store for last minute food ideas (when I realize I can have something and I don't have it), and he grumbles the whole time. Men..can't live with them, can't get away with killing them.