First, I must tell you all that the evil Satan Scale has finally decided to show lower numbers! Yes, the fill I received last week seems to be doing its job nicely. Now the not so happy part. I am finding that the “Ten Commandments” of fills that my surgeon’s office gave me are really true. The more fills I get the fewer things I will be able to tolerate in my now tiny tummy. Seriously. Chicken nuggets from Wendy’s are super painful for me now. So is tuna salad (this I found out today at work). So fun. No wonder I’m losing weight. I can’t keep anything down really.
That’s not exactly correct. I’m not really vomiting. It’s what us bandies call PB’ing. A PB is a “productive burp”. Think of it as what you see cats do with a hair ball. Food comes up in pretty much the same state it went down in. I don’t know if all bandies experience this in the same way but let me tell you it’s a blast. Yeah right.
Hope it ends soon and I figure out what I can eat without making my band angry anymore. She’s a fickle B. Let me tell you. Hmmm maybe that should be her name… Ficklebitch.