Hi All-

I had my second fill last Friday.

I had an appointment scheduled for 4:30--The doctor was running a bit late. Apparently he had an emergency surgery that Friday afternoon. Anyway, when I finally got to see the Doc, I said "I am here to amuse you.... Fill er up." He gave me a strange look and then looked at my chart. The look of enlightment and a grin filled his face. (remember me, I am the big ol' weenie, fainting girl)

We decided that I would lay down for the entire procedure. Good call Doc!

Numbed me up, found the port and I got 2 more cc's.

I seem to have a decent amount of restriction--I am giving the innards a rest however, and eating soft stuff for another day or so.

How is it though, I could eat my sisters brown sugar Cookies w/caramel icing so easily on Saturday when the really smushed up egg salad reformed itself into a hard boiled egg in my chest?

well, I think I would prefer the cookie to the egg salad too. But maybe that's just me...

Wouldn't we all. If we didn't, we wouldn't need lap-bands!