Tuesday, May 14, 2013
As with all people, some days are easier than others. Today has not been one of those days for me and it is all centered on a decision I made in 1993. Hard to believe that a desperate act from so long ago can still come back and bite you in the gluteus maximus today.
In January of 1993, I decided that my only hope to get thin(ner) than I was was to have stomach surgery. I had a vertical banded gastroplasty and was assured that, in 6 months, I would be of a normal weight (down by some 150 lbs) with a much improved life. That I had PCOS and other hormonal issues back then was never factored into the process. I had the surgery but, despite following everything to the letter, lost a grand total of 25 pounds and was still significantly morbidly obese.
Because of the surgical procedures, I had some pretty nasty complications. My body decided that it no longer would process foods of certain textures, consistencies or families. I could no longer eat poultry, beef, heavily textured vegetables, certain fruits, or rice. Any time I tried to consume them, my body would reject them in a rather volcanic manner. Since my body often decides that it will reject previously successful foods without prior notice, I will often have the same reaction to something I have eaten at extremely inconvenient places and/or times. These events occur at least 2-3 times per week.
The other major nasty side effect is that, unless eat my meals with copious amounts of hot liquid, I tend to get blockages in my stomach. This also happens 4-6 times per month and lasts for several days (until I am able to repeatedly bathe the blockage in hot water and throw up whatever comes free over that 2-3 day period). These occurrences are extremely draining and, once over, I have to replenish the nutrients I have lost in the form of liquid supplementation. To say this is unpleasant would be a gross understatement.
Although both are highly difficult to deal with, this particular blockage has been a tough struggle. I have seen numeros doctors over the years about these issues, but none have a solution I am willing to put my body through. I guess I will continue to pay for that desperate decision of long ago for a while longer.