Week 8 update

Seriously!?!?  Are you freaking kidding me!?!  Anyone want to guess what happened this week?  Nothing!  Didn't lose a single pound.  Nothing in 4 weeks.  Aren't I the happy camper!

So yesterday, I went to Nyköping to visit one of the doctors in the department for my 8 week post op follow up appointment.  I told her about my lack of weight loss, so she agreed I needed my band adjusted and she filled it with 3 ml.  I'm not sure what that is in cc's.  Here's the thing though, it hurt like a son of a b!tch.  I was laying there with my arms over my head, holding the nurses hand (more like crushing it), and fighting the urge to jump off the table and run out.  The woman stuck a big hard thick needle (perhaps slight exaggeration, but whatever that's what it felt like) into my chest without any local anesthetic.  And of course, me being me, she had trouble finding the port.  She didn't have trouble when she was just pushing with her fingers before the needle part.  But once she stuck the needle in, she couldn't find the port.  So she was digging around and poking and again NOTHING TO HELP WITH PAIN.  Maybe I'm a pansy.  I'm extremely used to needles (not a drug addict), but I've had a lot of blood work and iv's over the years, so i'm used to being stuck.  But this was so not fun!  And to think, I get to do it again in 6 weeks.

Here's the funny part (or so my doctor thought), I was in pain and the nurse is like breath because well there is a needle in my chest and i'm terrified to take a breath in.  So i'm trying to breath but all I can manage is like little breaths like what women do in labor.  lol.  And then after about 3 mins of poking and stabbing and awful pain I suddenly drop the F-Bomb.  So what happens?  My doctor starts laughing.  She says something in swedish, and the nurse starts laughing, all while still poking me with a needle....in my chest (in case you haven't been following, my port is in my chest near my sternum).  I'm all kinds of confused, so then my doc explains...."Do people really say that in America?  I thought they only did that tv."  Hahahaha.

So after the torture session and comedy hour was over, she took a gander at my what used to be hole in my side and said it looked good and didn't need to wear bandaging anymore.  Score!  Only took a month and a half to heal!

The final result?  No weight change, and I got my band adjusted.

Food has been eh since.  I can eat, but last night I had trouble and got sick.  Had to just stick to liquids.  But today I was able to eat real food again.  We'll see if the adjustment makes a difference next week.  I don't have my hopes up.