marscott
I have been overweight all my life. In September 1995 I had grastroplast surgery. I was excited. I weighted 348 pounds. I was miserable. My husband didn't care that I was overweight,but I did, It took a lot of energy to carry all that around. After surgery, I was on my own. (no help with my eating habits or what to eat or how much to eat), I had no support, just the DR. I had a lot problems eating. I did a lot of throwing up for years. I ask the Dr. WHY? he said eat slower. Didn't work. After a period of years (2005), I started feeling bad because I couldn't eat much without throwing up. I didn't have any insurance so no Doctor would talk to me. When i got my medicare in (2007), I started seeking a Doctor to do a revision. It took 8 months before I finally saw a doctor and of course he had to do a lot of tests (4 months later) I looked like death warmed over. My husband was afraid i was going to die. I could only keep liquids down, I lost down to 238 (which was good but the way i did it wasn't good). Finally around Christmas of 2007, my daughter got very upset and called my primary care doctor and told her I was so sick that i couldn't keep anything down. She sent me to the emergency room. My potassium was so low they gave me fluids and potassium by IV. I was so dehydrate that it took 3 bags of fluid to stabilize me. when we got finished we went home and my daughter called the surgeons office and demanded he see me NOW. I went to him the next day and he was shocked. I looked terrible. Of course his schedule was booked so we had another waiting period for surgery. That was December 29, 2007 and I finally got scheduled for surgery January 21, 2008. I guess the whole problem was no doctor wants to fix someones else surgery. I couldn't go back to the doctor who did the original surgery because he died 3 years before that. So at surgery time the doctor cut out the band that was literally closing up the opening out of my small pouch. (the opening was smaller than a pencil). Well at that point surgery went good. I recovered. But again no talk of diet help. I guess he was upset with my daughter for her demands. So when I was finished with recovering he said i guess i don't need to see you anymore! So here i am a year and a half later 315 pounds with knees killing me because of the weight. I know it's my fault because i over eat, but I can't help it. That's it Marge
