A few weeks ago I posted about how I fell off the lap band wagon a bit. I wasn’t following any of the rules that I was supposed to and had called to schedule a fill. Three days before Christmas I got my fill. It went well which has been rare for me in the past. My surgeon’s office now does all fill procedures under fluoroscopy. Think of it as a moving x-ray. Here’s the simplified version of what happened.
- Get poked by giant looking needle (took 3 times to find my port even with the floro assisting… silly crooked anatomy)
- Stand up and move into position
- Drink “orange” barium to see how my restriction is before getting any additional saline put into the band
- Find out I had “almost zero restriction”. Translation inside my head: Holy Cow! No wonder you’ve gained 10 pounds in just a few months!
- Doctor K adds 1 cc of fluid (1 cc = 1/5 of a teaspoon)
- Drink “orange” barium again
- Doctor K announces “That’s a bit tighter than I’d like”
- Doctor K removes 1/2 cc
- Drink water
- Witness that the previously swallowed barium now flows slowly but much better through stoma (opening from band made pouch to lower stomach)
The pictures below are not of me or my parts but they will give you a good idea of what happened the other day.
How has the fill been treating me? Good. I’ve added to the no-no list of foods. Sadly, potatoes in all forms are on this list now sigh. As are pork chops unless cooked to a medium well, chicken that isn’t roasted, beef roast unless there’s a ton of sauce to help it down, thick-skinned veggies (bell peppers this means you), pizza, and bread. I don’t even dare try something as crazy as a burger of any kind. Pasta is still on the go list though thank the gods! I was always told that as the restriction on my band gets to where it should be my ability to eat much of these things would become very limited. Which is fine. I just need to remember not to push it. Yacking isn’t fun. Really I mean it.
Hardest thing for me to remember? Listen to my body. If I’ve had a half a cup of yogurt and my body silently tells me that’s enough it means THAT’S ENOUGH AND PUT THE DAMN THING DOWN!
Best part about all of this? I’ve already lost 8 of those pesky 10 pounds** I gained the last couple of months. And to that I say I’M BACK!
**And to answer those fools that say I shouldn’t flip out about gaining back 10 pounds I want to remind you that where I’m at 10 pounds is a pant size. Eating too much and the sensations it brings are just the beginning for me. 10 pounds turns into 20 pounds which turns to gaining back everything I’ve worked so hard to lose plus some.