On Monday I must have thrown up 50 times, totally exhausted and dehydrated and in pain. In the past few months, I had three "attacks" where I felt extreme, sharp pain above my rib cage. I think this was the beginning of a slip. I went to get it checked out and each time had an unfill.

On Tuesday, I went to see my doctor and my lap band had slipped. I also had a small hernia. That afternoon I had surgery. Wow, the second time around hurts a lot more because all the adhesions had to be opened and I think there is just a lot more probing around. My port was also changed since I had a high profile port and it looked like i had a tumer on my body. I should mention that I was banded December 07 and lost 120 pounds, 10 pounds in the last week from being so sick.

So here I sit at 3:30 in the morning, ditsy from morphine an thinking about that beautiful new black dress upstairs which I did not try on yet because it arrived while I was in the hospital the last three days. And I can say that even with the complications, and numerous trips for fills and unfills (I am hard to regulate) and knowing that this has been an intense journey, I am thankful every day that I had this done. I am happy that every morning I do not start a diet again, and every night hate myself because I failed once again.

With all its problems for me, the lap band saved my emotional and physical life.

Thank you for sharing. Even though I haven't had my surgery yet, I want to be prepared for some of the complications that are possible--so that I can be prepared to handle them physically and emotionally. Thank you so much for sharing your story.