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I was hospitalised on Christmas Eve for five days to deal with a severe case of cellulitis in my left foot and leg. I had to have IV antibiotics four times daily. All this just 11 days after my successful surgery! I am home now and improving daily but still on antibiotics and as I come to an end of week 3, not able to properly exercise
â€œTake a seat, shouldnâ€™t be too much longer.â€ I sat down in the clinic, waiting for the start of the free information session. Yes I was a little nervous as I would be finding out a lot about what I am about to go through, but also I will be sharing something that has been a very private subject with all the other people in the room. Others stared to arrive and I began to question if I should even be here. It just seemed that everyone else was bigger than I, so I began to think is this something I should be doing because I donâ€™t seem to fit that profile? The surgeon was running late, caught in theatre so the dietician started the session in hope that the surgeon would make it later on. She explained the basics of the procedure and what to expect. Explained about how this procedure will change our lives and some of the bad things you can do. It ended up being a really good session; people were sharing what they knew or heard, asking questions and clarifying wives tales. It was very refreshing to be amongst a group of people that were looking to start on the same journey as yourself. The surgeon had just arrived at the end of the session and gave a brief presentation on the risks and expectations of what we might be in for if we chose to continue. Again everyone was engaged and the information from our questions was valuable indeed. I would highly recommend attending these kind of free information sessions as there are a lot of questions you can get answers to before you even fork out the initial consultation fee. Walking out of the session I was even more confident that this was the right thing for me, now just to convince the surgeonâ€¦
There are a lot of things you hear about weight loss. Some good, some consider miracles and some that are just so bad you just want to ignore them. I think its just for the best to stay away from things with the word celebrity linked with them! I was at home recently, off work with the flu and I said to myself that why not! Why not take this opportunity to ask my doctor about banding, I was already going for a medical certificate anyway, may as well make the most of it. So off I went. While it wasn't one of the worst conversations I have ever had to have, it certainly wasn't easy. I'm not one that knows what a real therapy session is like, I normally can handle making sense of my life just fine on my own; but to actually say to someone else that you have a problem and you need help was the biggest thing I have ever done in my life. This coming from someone that is use to having to deal with his own problems and having to open up and to share what I and I'm sure so many you on this journey would consider, their darkest hour. It is hard to admit what you really eat. My GP is very understanding, very supportive of my goal. After the blood tests came back ok, just a slightly fatty liver and nothing else to worry about. We discussed other options and after laying out my life story he sent me away with that next nail blighting task, a referral to a specialist! It sat on the kitchen table for a few weeks, often I would just stare at it, thinking can I do this? Should I do this? It didn't help that some liked the idea and some thought it was a very drastic thing to undergo. But ultimately it is only you that can decide what is right for you, only you know the pain and the suffering that has brought you to this life changing decision. "Hello this is Sue." a soft but welcoming voice came over the phone. "Hi Sue, this is David. I have a referral and I would like to make an appointment." By this time again I was starting to think 'should I just hang up, no be strong, you have to do this'. "Ok great, the earliest appointment I have is in about a month and half, how about Wednesday lunchtime?" I was hoping to get in sooner, stop all that thinking and just get on with the action, now theres just more time to sit and ponder. Do I have a choice? Not really, coming so close to Christmas I just have to take what's available. Damn you referral, you sat there mocking me, making me question but eventually helped me to build up courage. "Oh really, he's that booked out, ok thanks, yes that should be fine." "Ok great I have booked you in with the specialist and the dietitian afterwards. We also have a group information session next week if your interested just to find out more about the procedures, would you be interested?" I needed to know more than what Wikipedia says and some of the horror stories I've Googled! "Yes that sounds interesting, please sign me up!" There it's done, you can relax and stop thinking about it."Ok thanks David, see you soon!"
Good grief....."How MUCH?" Having decided to go ahead with the Surgery the ball began to roll very fast. Initially booked for mid January so as not to have Christmas to deal with post operatively I had time to potter along, sorting out sick leave cover for work and finances. I did mention earlier in my blog that I had a pesky Gallbladder, which suddenly up and caused major grief. I had maybe 4 attacks over a 7 day period and something finally snapped. What in the hell am I waiting for? I phoned the Surgeons office to enquire regarding an earlier date & suddenly I was going to be operated on in 7 days!!! They had had a booking post-poned only that morning so I was able to be slotted in! Holy COW.....I had no money organised, leave not covered etc, etc. Well it is amazing what you can accomplish in less than a week. I saw the bank manager and finances were arranged (I pay back $200 per f/night over 5 years) and I sorted some time off work (2 weeks all up) and someone to help look after my children. So three weeks after initially meeting with the Surgeon to discuss Orbera I was on an operating table about to have my Gallbladder removed and a Lapband inserted! Talk about fast work