I bet you are wondering where I’ve been. Well you know that old saying; if you don’t have something nice to say don’t say anything at all? I’ve been not saying anything. The last few weeks have been a nightmare. You know how they say when life hands you lemons make lemonade? Well what are you supposed to do when life hands you piss and vinegar? Because that’s about how I feel lately.
First there were the issues with Jason, which have nothing at all to do with my weight or my upcoming surgery, just the typical relationship hitting a rough patch and taking valiant effort on both of our parts to get through it. Jason and I have been married for almost seven years now, that’s a long time. Too long to let something ruin it without fighting for it, but there are times in your life when you just don’t feel like you have the fight in you, and for me, I’ve been fighting the good fight with my weight and with this post up diet, and the timing of a problem like this in our relationship during a time when I felt like I needed him the most, was extremely hard to deal with.
Of course, it seems like whenever something happens that you think is huge and monumental life decides to come in and say, hey this isn’t such a big deal, here try this on for size. So in the middle of us trying to be okay again, Jason came home from work on the 25th of September with a sore on the bottom of his foot. It was actually a callous that he’d had for quite some time, but it started to get red, inflamed, his foot was swollen and he was running a fever and I was pretty sure it was infected. It took me several hours to push that man into going to the Emergency Room, my husband suffers from the “If it’s not bleeding you’re fine” syndrome and the “I’m not going to the hospital unless I think I am dying” take on life. The ER doctor took one look at the foot and said “yup that’s infected; we’re going to admit you and put you on IV antibiotics.”
The following week was a roller coaster of ups and downs. Jason was in the hospital for a week, at first they thought that the infection had gotten into his bone, but then the Orthopedic Surgeon said he thought they read the x-ray wrong and that it wasn’t actually a bone infection, that there was a break there that was healing and the radiologist thought it was infection. After a week in the hospital on IV antibiotics and the doctor cutting his foot open to drain the abscess that and formed behind the callous and gotten infected, they sent Jason home with a cane, a pick line IV that required nurses come to our house every other day to check on and basically had him carrying around a man purse for the last two weeks while he was still getting IV antibiotics.
Jason being out of work for 3 weeks right before my surgery has hit us pretty hard financially, but thankfully Tom (who is like a second father to me) has been there to help us out. We were pretty concerned about Jason still having the pick line and still being on IV antibiotics when my surgery comes next week but luckily the doctor decided he could come off antibiotics and took the pick line out at his appointment yesterday. He says it will still be another week or so before Jason can go back to work, but he’s thinking hopefully around the 25th, which will be a full month after he was admitted to the hospital and the Monday after my surgery, so at least that’s a good thing.
Of course none of this has anything to do with Weight Loss Surgery, accept that, I have to say that I am very proud of myself, because even while dealing with all of this, I’ve made it to the gym every single day, and I’d managed to lose 16lbs in the first two weeks of the “All Milk Diet” that the Surgeon wanted me to do for 4 week before my surgery.
I’m not going to discuss the “All Milk Diet” right now, because like I said, I’m practicing the whole “If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all,” philosophy. But trust me, I will be writing TONS about it later, when I feel a little more comfortable sharing my real feelings on it. I doubt my Surgeon is going to like what I have to say, but I promised you upfront honesty on this site, and you’ll get it. But not till after my surgery when nobody can punish me if they read it! LOL
The surgery is just 4 days away, and I’m working out like a crazy lady trying to get those last few pounds of weight loss in there. I’m at 335 right now and I’d really like to be at 325 on the day of my surgery, we’ll see how I do. I don’t haven’t it the scale since the 2 week pre-op appointment I had on the 6th of October, and I’m not going too, I’m just going to see where the numbers land the morning of surgery. Wish me luck!