Tag: weight loss surgery

Post-Surgery First

For the first time since my surgery, I ate take out tonight. It was just a couple of small chunks of grilled chicken and a couple of small scoops of baked potato, but it came from a restaurant and did not make me sick.

Victory is mine!

Good Morning

Friday morning, almost time for work.

I need to go to the weight loss clinic at lunch to get them to send a document to my insurance company. I am wondering if I will have a spare few seconds to step on one of their scales. We will have to see.

I am hoping that after work I will be able to see my mother. I haven’t been to the new location yet. I feel absolutely terrible about that. On Wednesday she wasn’t in her room. On Thursday I was praying to the porcelain god. Today is the day, damn it.

I closed my exercise ring for today with a 30 minute marching in place while watching yesterday’s Star Trek: Strange New Worlds episode. I am feeling really good about getting the full 30 minutes finished in one shot. I feel like I am starting to push myself more. My average heart rate is getting higher with each new day, and my legs are feeling more like jelly after I finish. I want to start spending some time on the exercise bike too, but I kinda want to keep my close-the-ring-in-one-shot streak going. We’ll see how it goes.

As for Star Trek, this episode had a very small retcon of one of the movies… the worst movie… I didn’t check to see if Shatner directed this one or not, but let’s see where they take it. It was pretty good today.

Digestive Revolt Follow Up

Whatever was going on in my new stomach has passed. Boy was that not fun. It could have been a lot worse, but I’m okay now.

I think I’m going to pass on eating cod for a while. Two of my three worst food experiences have involved cod. I don’t think the food was the issue, I think it was the size of each bite and the speed at which I ate it. Still… let’s take a break.

I had a couple of popsicles after things calmed down. There were no issues. I think I’m safe to watch yesterdays episode of Ms Marvel and turn in for the night.

Digestive Revolt

I tried to eat dinner without my stop watch tonight and my surgically modified stomach kicked me in the fucking balls for it (figuratively). Hard. Really hard.

I have had two stomach revolts in the six previous weeks. One was due to gas and the other was nausea that cleared itself up after a few minutes. No vomit.

Tonight was worse than those two combined. Gas and nausea. Lots of nausea. There was a very small amount of vomit, but mostly just a ton of saliva. The nausea though. Damn. It’s been about 45 minutes and I’m just starting to calm down. Yikes!

I’m positive it was due to eating too fast. I was trying to see how I’d do without using a stop watch to make sure I wait at least 30 seconds after swallowing a bite before taking another. Clearly my internal clock was cutting corners and this is the result.

I don’t think this was dumping syndrome. It may have been what the folks on the Facebook groups call The Foamies, which is your body trying to help get food into your stomach by ramping up saliva production.

Okay. It’s been 50 minutes. I still don’t feel good but I don’t feel nauseous any more. I think it’s safe to leave the bathroom again.

Wish me luck.

Lifting Heavy Stuff

Look at me, lifting heavy stuff like a boss.

I celebrated my sixth weekaversary by weighing myself. I was down 4.4 pounds and happy about it. I then (finally) changed the cat’s litter box. It was beyond time. Patches, sorry about that buddy. Enjoy shitting in your clean box, my furry friend.

After the litter box I took a big box that had been sitting at the top of our driveway for at least five of the six weeks. It’s just a folding card table, but it weighed a little more than 25 pounds so it sat under the overhang next to our porch and waited. Now it’s in the cellar. I haven’t actually unboxed it yet, but it’s finally inside.

I had one more lifting item on my agenda but I pushed that off until lunch. I did my 30 minutes of walking in place and then it was about 8:50 and time for work. Jen did ask me to do one lifting thing for her. She asked me to move a monitor off of her desk and replace it with another one. I don’t think they were above the 25 pound threshold, but one of them might have been in the ball park.

Come lunch time I took a few minutes to make a phone call and then finished my heavy stuff agenda for the day. I moved the Vox AC15 amplifier from my cellar music nook to the storage closet (for now) and replaced it with the gigantic Fender Bassbreaker 18/30. That big sucker is probably 50 pounds or so (Google tells me its exactly 50 pounds) and it was far and away the heaviest chore of the morning. It’s also the loudest. Is there a cause and effect thing there?

No. No there isn’t.

Okay, lunch break is over. Time to get back to work. I might sneak in some loud guitar playing tonight, but there is a new episode of Obi-Wan Kenobi, and the Stanley Cup Finals start tonight. So… maybe not. We’ll see.

Looking Toward Tomorrow

Tomorrow is Wednesday. I was thinking of doing some car music but there are too many things to do.

Like what, you ask?

Wednesday is weigh in day. I’ve been a good boy and managed to stick to my only-weigh-yourself-once-a-week rule. Tomorrow morning I’ll check to see if the alarming rate of weight loss is continuing, or if things are leveling off.

What else is there? Why is tomorrow such a big deal?

Well one of the post-surgical restrictions I came home from the hospital with was to not lift anything more than 25 pounds for six weeks. Tomorrow is the six week mark. I can officially lift stuff again!

I’m going to swap out the amplifier in my basement music nook. I am going to bring the heavyish box that has been sitting at the end of our driveway inside. Most importantly, I am going to change the litter in Patches’ litter box. Oh glorious glory!

Post Surgery Thought

The reason I ended my personal facebook boycott was because one of the doctors at my weight loss clinic suggested I join a particular weight loss surgery support group on facebook. I did, and have since joined another one that is just for people who had weight loss surgery in May of 2022. I expect I will reinstate the facebook boycott at some point in the (probably near) future, but for now I check the two groups out once or twice a day.

One topic that has come up a few times is feeling cold. As in people post to the group asking if it’s normal to, since coming home from the surgery, feel cold all the time.

I’m starting to think it might apply to me. I feel cold in the cellar a lot, but I figured that was because it is legitimately cold in the cellar. The last week or so I have been feeling cold in the upstairs living room too. That might be because the air conditioner kinda blows right at the spot where I normally sit. I don’t know.

Then tonight we went to the grocery store and I was feeling really cold the whole time. I had to check with Jen and Harry to see if they were feeling it too. They said they were. That’s good. Maybe it’s not just me and my new post-op guts. Then again, how do I know if they were feeling cold but not as cold as me?

Will we ever know for sure?