Hello again.
I apologize for not writing lately. I've still been a little loopy from the medicine they gave me in the hospital. I miss you all...even though no one reads this. It's nice to be able to get stuff out of my head and onto paper. It helps me think.
Anyway, I was weighed in at 125.9 kg on December 16, 2008 at 8am.
Today, I weighed in at 119.5 kg on December 23, 2008 at 1pm.
All in all, I've lost a total of 15 lbs. Pretty exciting huh? I mean, it makes me feel like the band is actually working.
Oddly enough, I bought a pair of sweat pants on Monday December 15th, 2008. Size XL. Normally I would wear a size XXL, but I thought that these XL's might look better and fit better. I tried them on when I went home and thery were a smidge too tight. I tried them on today, because I had no other clean clothes and they fit perfectly. Not too tight and not too loose. *Jump for joy*.
Anyway, things are going well. The only pain I have is in my left shoulder and where the port is. But, my lovely doctor promised it would go away in due time. I'm so excited this is on it's way.
TTFN. (Ta ta for now.)
-Me.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
My Life As A Movie...(rant).
Hello all.
Today was rough. Talk about some interoffice drama, or whatever the hell you would call it.
My day today had to make the top ten list of "Worst Days Ever". It all unfolded like this:
I wake up around 8AM, quickly get dressed and go wake up my mom, because she was coming with me. Today was supposed to be my pre-op appintment, and maybe it was, but it sure itsn't how I imagined things going today. We leave the house at 8:45, and arrive at the doctor's office at 9:25, five minutes to spare to quickly get into the waiting room. A nurse takes my weight and height (I gained like 4 pounds! Stupid stress of finals). The appointment goes quite well until I start asking about the details of where I need to be for my surgery. A doctor calls the surgeon that is performing my LapBand surgery, and she takes time out of her day to meet with me, which was very nice. It was reassuring to see her, comsidering my surgery is four days away (or at least I hope so). So the surgeon sits down, and asks my mom if she is doing well. Then, as if I were in my own movie about my life, I hear these five words.
"I have some bad news . . . " **My breath is caught in my throat** "We cannot perform the surgery on the 16th." **Drop atomic bomb now, and begin babbling brook of tears**.
For whatever reason, the assistant surgeon called last night and was like, "Yeah, can't do it." And I've been on the surgery board for 4 MONTHS!!! It's not like I called last week and was all "Yes, I'd like to get surgery next week, can you pencil me in?" NO, I was on the board for 4 MONTHS!!! And it irritates me because he canceled 4 friggen days before? Oh hell no! Meanwhile the other surgeon is talking to me, but I swear it's like a movie. She was talking, but I zoned out and only heard mumbles. The world became blurry for what felt like forever. I've never cried so hard in my life. I would have rather been not accepted for the surgery, than for them to be like, "You're accepted, but just kidding we can't do it until the 31st of December." I was angry, sad, drained and above all frustrated. I mean, c'mon...I failed my accounting class for the doctor appointments. I wasn't about to get pushed back another 2 weeks. I thought my mom was going to blow a gasket. I felt like I was being let down, and I didn't matter to the assistant surgeon. It SUCKS!
So my psychologist, mr. head of the program, goes AWOL on everyone's ass, and the shit really starts to hit the fan. I could tell he was just as mad as we were, and that he was on my side. And I really appreciated that. He was making calls and pulling strings like it was his job, oh wait it kinda is...in dire emergency like this. And he went straight to the top. What now bitches, mr. head of the program calls up his pal, the 2nd in command and guess what....he's on my side too! It made me happy to hear that he would press for the 20th, if the surgery couldn't happen on the 16th.
Long story short, my physchologist calls me up and is all, "I'm 95% sure it'll be on Tuesday. Don't hold me to it yet, because we still have to contact a few people, but as on now plan for Tuesday. I'll call you on Monday if that changes."
Seriously, I left the hospital at 3:30pm. I spent six hours of my life there. And as if it wasn't enough, I cried enough tears to grow an abundance of crops with. I wish I could have known what was more important than me. Because it better have been good like: E.D., a death in the family or a pipe bomb in my basement toilet. Or maybe something crazy like he's attending a trekkie gathering or something that at least is more valuable than my health.
Okay, enough ranting. I hope I didn't scare you away, but you did read this far. I applaud you for reading this far. It was a very weird, rough day. I should really be my own Discovery Channel Special, because this kind of stuff only happens in the movies.
Cross your fingers!
-Me.
Today was rough. Talk about some interoffice drama, or whatever the hell you would call it.
My day today had to make the top ten list of "Worst Days Ever". It all unfolded like this:
I wake up around 8AM, quickly get dressed and go wake up my mom, because she was coming with me. Today was supposed to be my pre-op appintment, and maybe it was, but it sure itsn't how I imagined things going today. We leave the house at 8:45, and arrive at the doctor's office at 9:25, five minutes to spare to quickly get into the waiting room. A nurse takes my weight and height (I gained like 4 pounds! Stupid stress of finals). The appointment goes quite well until I start asking about the details of where I need to be for my surgery. A doctor calls the surgeon that is performing my LapBand surgery, and she takes time out of her day to meet with me, which was very nice. It was reassuring to see her, comsidering my surgery is four days away (or at least I hope so). So the surgeon sits down, and asks my mom if she is doing well. Then, as if I were in my own movie about my life, I hear these five words.
"I have some bad news . . . " **My breath is caught in my throat** "We cannot perform the surgery on the 16th." **Drop atomic bomb now, and begin babbling brook of tears**.
For whatever reason, the assistant surgeon called last night and was like, "Yeah, can't do it." And I've been on the surgery board for 4 MONTHS!!! It's not like I called last week and was all "Yes, I'd like to get surgery next week, can you pencil me in?" NO, I was on the board for 4 MONTHS!!! And it irritates me because he canceled 4 friggen days before? Oh hell no! Meanwhile the other surgeon is talking to me, but I swear it's like a movie. She was talking, but I zoned out and only heard mumbles. The world became blurry for what felt like forever. I've never cried so hard in my life. I would have rather been not accepted for the surgery, than for them to be like, "You're accepted, but just kidding we can't do it until the 31st of December." I was angry, sad, drained and above all frustrated. I mean, c'mon...I failed my accounting class for the doctor appointments. I wasn't about to get pushed back another 2 weeks. I thought my mom was going to blow a gasket. I felt like I was being let down, and I didn't matter to the assistant surgeon. It SUCKS!
So my psychologist, mr. head of the program, goes AWOL on everyone's ass, and the shit really starts to hit the fan. I could tell he was just as mad as we were, and that he was on my side. And I really appreciated that. He was making calls and pulling strings like it was his job, oh wait it kinda is...in dire emergency like this. And he went straight to the top. What now bitches, mr. head of the program calls up his pal, the 2nd in command and guess what....he's on my side too! It made me happy to hear that he would press for the 20th, if the surgery couldn't happen on the 16th.
Long story short, my physchologist calls me up and is all, "I'm 95% sure it'll be on Tuesday. Don't hold me to it yet, because we still have to contact a few people, but as on now plan for Tuesday. I'll call you on Monday if that changes."
Seriously, I left the hospital at 3:30pm. I spent six hours of my life there. And as if it wasn't enough, I cried enough tears to grow an abundance of crops with. I wish I could have known what was more important than me. Because it better have been good like: E.D., a death in the family or a pipe bomb in my basement toilet. Or maybe something crazy like he's attending a trekkie gathering or something that at least is more valuable than my health.
Okay, enough ranting. I hope I didn't scare you away, but you did read this far. I applaud you for reading this far. It was a very weird, rough day. I should really be my own Discovery Channel Special, because this kind of stuff only happens in the movies.
Cross your fingers!
-Me.
Friday, December 5, 2008
T'was the Night Before Banding...
I LOVED this poem!!
T'was the night before Banding,
when all through my gut
not a morsel was stirring,
not even a nut.
The suitcase was packed by the back door with care,
in hopes that a new me would soon return there.
I lay nestled, snug in my bed
while visions of calories danced in my head;
And me in my plus size pyjamas and wrap,
had just settled in for a long restless nap.
When deep in my mind there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my dreams to see what was the matter.
Away to my fridge I flew like a flash,
ripped open the door and drooled at the stash.
The moonlight reflecting off the beautiful snacks
gave a lustre of radiance to all on the racks.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but an array of the comfort foods I hold so dear.
With a familiar feeling of all those I'd pick,
I thought in a moment I just might be sick.
More lovely than angels their voices they came,
and they whistled and shouted and called me by name;
"Now pizza, now french fries, now chocolate galore
on cheesecake, on ice cream, on donuts and more!"
From the tip of my tongue, to the bottom of my toe,
I will miss you all more than ever you'll know.
As an addict that shakes and stirs as he sits,
I'll mourn the loss of my delectable hits.
So back to my bed I went with great haste,
and settled back down with nary a taste.
And then in an instant, in pre-op I sat,
nervously waiting to no longer be fat.
As I sat deep in thought and adjusted my gown,
in came my surgeon in one single bound.
He was dressed all in scrubs, from his head to his feet
and he seemed very calm as he eyed me like meat.
He looked at my chart, with his scope gave a listen;
I don't think he noticed my eyes start to glisten.
He was chubby and plump he could lose some himself,
and I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke barely a word as he prepped for his work,
he paused for a moment, then turned with a jerk.
And laying a finger aside of his face,
and giving a nod, out of the room he did race.
He checked in the next day, to his students gave a whistle,
and away they all flew like a down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim as he walked out of sight,
"speedy thinness to you and a healthier life!"
T'was the night before Banding,
when all through my gut
not a morsel was stirring,
not even a nut.
The suitcase was packed by the back door with care,
in hopes that a new me would soon return there.
I lay nestled, snug in my bed
while visions of calories danced in my head;
And me in my plus size pyjamas and wrap,
had just settled in for a long restless nap.
When deep in my mind there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my dreams to see what was the matter.
Away to my fridge I flew like a flash,
ripped open the door and drooled at the stash.
The moonlight reflecting off the beautiful snacks
gave a lustre of radiance to all on the racks.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but an array of the comfort foods I hold so dear.
With a familiar feeling of all those I'd pick,
I thought in a moment I just might be sick.
More lovely than angels their voices they came,
and they whistled and shouted and called me by name;
"Now pizza, now french fries, now chocolate galore
on cheesecake, on ice cream, on donuts and more!"
From the tip of my tongue, to the bottom of my toe,
I will miss you all more than ever you'll know.
As an addict that shakes and stirs as he sits,
I'll mourn the loss of my delectable hits.
So back to my bed I went with great haste,
and settled back down with nary a taste.
And then in an instant, in pre-op I sat,
nervously waiting to no longer be fat.
As I sat deep in thought and adjusted my gown,
in came my surgeon in one single bound.
He was dressed all in scrubs, from his head to his feet
and he seemed very calm as he eyed me like meat.
He looked at my chart, with his scope gave a listen;
I don't think he noticed my eyes start to glisten.
He was chubby and plump he could lose some himself,
and I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke barely a word as he prepped for his work,
he paused for a moment, then turned with a jerk.
And laying a finger aside of his face,
and giving a nod, out of the room he did race.
He checked in the next day, to his students gave a whistle,
and away they all flew like a down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim as he walked out of sight,
"speedy thinness to you and a healthier life!"
11 Days and Counting...
Hello there.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Nicole Kaiser. I'm 19 years old and I have been selected for LapBand surgery. My surgery date is December 16th, at 8 A.M.
Okay, now that we're over formalities, let me give you the basic facts.
1. I'm pretty young for this surgery, not the youngest, but I'm certainly not the oldest either.
2. I'm the thrid person getting this done through the NEW (Nutrition, Exercise, Weight Management) Kids Program at Children's Hospital of Wisconsin.
3. I have to literally turn my life around, and start over. Each coping method that I have taken up over the years (aka: eating my feelings, stress eating, ect.) will have to be thrown out the window and I'll have to learn new ones.
4. My self-esteem has been shattered over the years, and I'm tired of being the unhealthy fat kid.
5. I'm getting this surgery to better my goal to a healthy lifestyle, because I would at least like to see my grandchildren (not that I have any children presently, but you know what I mean), and not die at 40 from diabetes, heart disease or cancer.
6. This surgery is not to be taken lightly. This is a complete and total 100% lifestyle change.
7. I'm in it to win it. I want to be the best lap band patient that NEW Kids have dealt with. I really want to shine, and prove not only to myself but to others that I will be successful no matter what.
8. With the help of certain people I intend to be successful. My wonderful team...I won't drop names, I'm not that kind of girl.
9. I'm not making a goal weight. I understand this surgery has a two year window to be as successful as possible, but I feel like if I put a goal weight out there, and don't hit it, I'll be so disappointed in myself. I want to feel healthy again. That's my goal.
10. I'm here for the support of others and to give a little motivation to other LapBand patients.
Together we'll make this journey incredible, amazing and fantastic. Now, don't get me wrong. This journey won't be all sunshines and butterflies, and I realize that, but with the proper motivation I'll get through the bad times as well.
Okay, now that you've met me. Feel free to check back every few days, I'll post as much as I can. Good luck to all you out there who are on this journey as well.
Sincerely,
Me.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Nicole Kaiser. I'm 19 years old and I have been selected for LapBand surgery. My surgery date is December 16th, at 8 A.M.
Okay, now that we're over formalities, let me give you the basic facts.
1. I'm pretty young for this surgery, not the youngest, but I'm certainly not the oldest either.
2. I'm the thrid person getting this done through the NEW (Nutrition, Exercise, Weight Management) Kids Program at Children's Hospital of Wisconsin.
3. I have to literally turn my life around, and start over. Each coping method that I have taken up over the years (aka: eating my feelings, stress eating, ect.) will have to be thrown out the window and I'll have to learn new ones.
4. My self-esteem has been shattered over the years, and I'm tired of being the unhealthy fat kid.
5. I'm getting this surgery to better my goal to a healthy lifestyle, because I would at least like to see my grandchildren (not that I have any children presently, but you know what I mean), and not die at 40 from diabetes, heart disease or cancer.
6. This surgery is not to be taken lightly. This is a complete and total 100% lifestyle change.
7. I'm in it to win it. I want to be the best lap band patient that NEW Kids have dealt with. I really want to shine, and prove not only to myself but to others that I will be successful no matter what.
8. With the help of certain people I intend to be successful. My wonderful team...I won't drop names, I'm not that kind of girl.
9. I'm not making a goal weight. I understand this surgery has a two year window to be as successful as possible, but I feel like if I put a goal weight out there, and don't hit it, I'll be so disappointed in myself. I want to feel healthy again. That's my goal.
10. I'm here for the support of others and to give a little motivation to other LapBand patients.
Together we'll make this journey incredible, amazing and fantastic. Now, don't get me wrong. This journey won't be all sunshines and butterflies, and I realize that, but with the proper motivation I'll get through the bad times as well.
Okay, now that you've met me. Feel free to check back every few days, I'll post as much as I can. Good luck to all you out there who are on this journey as well.
Sincerely,
Me.
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