So here we are just a few days away from Xmas. Yes, I mean Xmas not christmas. I find myself in the last few days of the pharmacy class that I’ve been teaching. Only to be emailed today to tell me that the funding program that the students use will not be renewing their contract with the school next semester. I interpret this as “no money, no class, no need for an instructor, we’ll call you if anything changes.” Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. I’m looking at it as extra money I would not have had for gifts.
Next up, language. Work is allowing me to use Rosetta Stone to learn Italian. Now, they offered this to the whole hospital and I was one of the first fifteen to sign up so I got in. They also let us choose one of about fifteen languages. Italian is what I decided to learn. I will start this next week. After my students take their final and I grade it.
Gifts! Shopping is done. With the purchase of a very expensive drill for the hubby shopping is completed. I’m really quite proud of some of the finds I came across. Sadly, some people still get stuck with gift cards. I really hate giving them these things but that is what they really wanted so who am I to disappoint?
Lap band update. It’s been about a month since my first fill and it’s time to get another bit of saline induced restriction. Just in time for the holiday pig out that everyone is succumbing to. I’m really quite happy that I’ve got the band forced will power to pass by most of the sugar this year. My first fill didn’t go so well. The surgeon couldn’t locate the port so I had to go to have it done under x-ray. Since then the surgeon says that after seeing the films he is “confident” he can find the port in the office. We’ll see. I’m getting more nervous about this as the days progress. Thursday is the big day.
Today is our anniversary. I’ve spent most of it sleeping on the couch. No we’re not fighting. We’re sick.
This nightmare of a week started Tuesday when I was teaching. I had the “got a bit of a tickle cough” going on. Only to wake up Wednesday with a heck of a temp. We’re talking 102 when I left early from the office. After a nice nap on the couch I went to my psych follow-up (part of the lap band program) and didn’t feel well at all there then it was off to the walk in clinic my primary care dr office offers. I was so not happy with this experience. Let’s just say that for people who are not feeling well sitting ALONE in a waiting area for two flipping hours makes you feel so much better.
Anyway, once I was seen by the triage nurse she told me to talk to the lap people. Um, ok. Let me word this carefully. Getting my nostril pierced hurt less than getting my nasal passage swabbed. Then because that went so well the lab lady decided that my throat should be swabbed as well. Yippee. At least these tests were of the rapid variety. Both came up negative for flu and strep respectively. Back to the exam room. Dr comes in. Dr says “well the tests were negative so looks like it’s viral. Want a note for work?” I really think that my eye was starting to twitch after that one. So two hours waiting and about five minutes being seen I get a note for work and an order to call them if it gets worse and I can come back in (for another copay). Not happening. I went straight to bed only to wake up at about 2am with a temp of 103.2 and seeing sparkly things. Good times.
Cool shower and sleeping on the couch helped to pull that temp down to a more manageable 100 or so. Only to have to go to the surgeon’s office to get my first fill. I waited five weeks for this I was going come hell-or-high-water. Yeah, did attempted to do that. Apparently the port where they inject the saline into the band has shifted somehow and I have to get my fill under x-ray. But the lady that schedules these isn’t in until Monday. Just getting better isn’t it. Going back home to bed.
Silly me thought that I could teach that night. HA! Ok, it’s not like I could call and get a sub so I went in. Got home and you betcha… 102 again. Ugh. See a pattern yet? Stayed in bed Friday. All day. It would have been nice except now in addition to the fever I’m producing enough green garbage to sink a small barge. Fast forward to today. Sunday. Anniversary. Yeah, right. He got a mini quiche breakfast because it was super easy and I felt bad about not doing anything else for the poor man… and back to bed. I’ve got to go into work tomorrow. Not sure how that will go but it will be done. Prayer heals, right? Yeah, let’s try that.
18 pounds gone
So it’s been about three weeks since my lap band surgery. I’ve lost the equivalent to the cat in the picture above. Now all but two of those pounds were gone the first two weeks and it’s been slow since then. But I guess that is why the time between the surgery and the first saline fill is known as bandster hell.
Currently I don’t feel any restriction when I eat. Which is really tempting to slide back into my old ways. Let me tell you how good pizza sounds. Not that I can’t eat it but that I want to eat the whole stinking thing. Stilly willpower.
I get my first saline fill November 5. Hopefully after that I’ll be able to start to actually live the lifestyle I know that I need to. Can you say hello negative reinforcement?
On a different topic. Teaching is really quite fun. I just administered the first test last night so we’ll see how well what I’m saying is actually sticking. Should be interesting.
A few updates. First, lap band surgery went “better than textbook” to quote my surgeon. My staples came out and I’m back to eating almost real foods. An almost real food would be things like cottage cheese, jello, potatoes, shrimp, fish steaks, and protein shakes of course. I’m about jello’d out. But it paid off… with….
16 pounds down
So I’m super happy there. I get to go back to work next Tuesday and things will finally be back to normal.
The next big change is I’m officially an adjunct professor at a local community college. I teach a pharmacy technician class twice weekly for a very fun group of adults.
So far this is fun. Have to grade papers now so we’ll see if I still think it’s so fun after I’m finished.