I know it’s been a good long while since I last wrote. In fact, the last time I wrote, I had just had my gallbladder removed and was recovering from that surgery.
Earlier this year, one of my friends who follows (followed? since I haven’t written in so long) this blog asked me if I would be writing in it again. I danced around the topic, saying that life had gotten in the way and that I simply hadn’t had time to do it, which was partially true.
But really what stopped me from writing was this:
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This past week, I joined millions of others in the world who walk around without a gallbladder. Do I feel better without it? Probably. I wasn’t miserable before it came out, but when 4 doctors in 2 years tell you it needs to come out, it probably needs to come out. So I had it done.
The surgery went well, thank goodness because I was really nervous about it. It was a good thing I had it done. Apparently, my gallbladder loved my intestines so much that it was stuck to them, which caused my surgery to be a bit longer than planned. So removing it was a good plan, as this could have caused bigger problems later on had I delayed the procedure.
I was sent home the same afternoon. In by 10 am, out by 4 (I take a long time to recover from anesthesia, apparently). I was home and resting comfortably by 5, able to eat soup by 7 that night with minimal nausea. I’ve done pretty well since, but I’ve also kept my food pretty bland and low-fat. No major issues, just a bit of soreness at the largest incisions (not unexpected). I stopped taking my pain meds Thursday night as I haven’t needed them since. Besides, narcotic pain medication has some pretty undesirable side effects–itching and constipation to name a couple–so when I am placed on them, I take them for as short a time period as I can bear. I’ve been fine without them since. I’m on restricted lifting (nothing heavier than a jug of milk), and working out is off until next month so I won’t be back in the gym until September. I want to make sure my abdominal muscles have healed sufficiently so that I don’t cause myself to have a hernia (Lord knows I can’t afford another frickin’ surgery–this “pray you don’t get sick health plan” is bullshit, but that’s a post for another time and place).
I did have a few revelations the day of my surgery, though.
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If ever there was a week for my insurance company to make money off of me, last week was it. Of course this week is looking pretty good too since my gallbladder surgery is tomorrow. Thankfully, it’s only a day surgery so I should be home tomorrow afternoon if all goes well. My surgeon (another doctor in my bariatric surgeon’s office) seems to think it will be fine.
I had all manner of doctors’ appointments last week, some of which were routine maintenance, and some of which were prep for surgery.
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Two years ago this morning, I gave myself an unusual gift: I asked a doctor to knock me out and remove 75% of my stomach in an attempt to get at least another 40 years of life. It hasn’t always been an easy process, but it has been worth it. I have no regrets, even though I’ve struggled this past year, and I have developed other health issues (gallbladder, joint issues).
I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
The biology nerd in me did some digging into my 23andMe data. Here’s what I learned about the snps in my FTO gene. Plain and simple: I have the mutation in this one snp that predisposes me to both severe obesity and type 2 diabetes. Awesome.
I’m fighting a battle that I will never truly win, and that I’m going to be stuck fighting the rest of my life. I’ve done a shitty job of taking care of myself for the past 8 months. I acknowledge this. I have finally gotten to the point where I am tired of my own bullshit, and I’m tired of letting Fat Girl win. I’m ready to get me back to feeling good and healthy (despite all my orthopedic maladies, two of whichhave popped up since my surgery 2 years ago).
I return home next week, and I’ve got a plan in place to reclaim my health. I owe it to me to put Fat Girl in her place and make her see that once and for all, I deserve to be healthy, happy, and comfortable in my own skin.
The smile is deceptive. Happy but not with how I look.
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A childhood friend shared this with me today. In light of my moving toward acceptance of the body I am currently in, I thought it would be good to post it here for posterity’s sake.
I remember a time when I longed for the body I have, and how I didn’t think I’d ever get what I have now. Now I’m here and struggling to love what is.
It is not constructive to want what I am not and what I cannot be or have because of my biology.
It’s time to stop fighting the genetic deck that is stacked against me and to accept what is.
It’s time to embrace the me that has become. It’s time to accept the me that is.
I will love this incarnation of me. As hard as this is, I will love this me, with all her imperfections, scratches and dents.
I will love the rolls, ripples, varicose veins, wrinkles and the stretch marks. I will love the curves and bumps, the saggy, the baggy, the bones that jut out, and the tendons I more readily see under my skin.
I will love this version 2.0, and I will accept it as me.
If I don’t love this me, it will be hard for others to love it too.
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It’s been a couple of weeks since I updated anything regarding post-op life, so here is one.
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