I guess it's time to talk about it since so many people are there.
Face Book!
I was able to find many of my old classmates, and connect with some friends I haven't seen in way too long.
I have traded stories with folks, and debated stuff there, and avoided the games and gifts. I also caught a virus that my computer hasn't forgiven me yet.
Now, I found a fellow Post Bariatric patient. He is much further down the path than I am, so I asked him to comment about some questions, and see if I could pass them on here. He said yes, so I will do that as it happens.
If you go onto Facebook, you can join his group: the Staple Club. He asks many of the same questions, so people from both here and there can see them.
Face Book!
I was able to find many of my old classmates, and connect with some friends I haven't seen in way too long.
I have traded stories with folks, and debated stuff there, and avoided the games and gifts. I also caught a virus that my computer hasn't forgiven me yet.
Now, I found a fellow Post Bariatric patient. He is much further down the path than I am, so I asked him to comment about some questions, and see if I could pass them on here. He said yes, so I will do that as it happens.
If you go onto Facebook, you can join his group: the Staple Club. He asks many of the same questions, so people from both here and there can see them.
1 comment:
My name is Mike and I'm a friend of Lee's and a fellow DJ no less. I had my stomach stapling in the year 2000. My health was such that it had began to create Adult Onset Diabetes Type II in me. I was 30 years old at the time and I was weighing 365 lbs for a guy of 6ft tall.
I had to do the research. It was a scary time for me as my health was beginning to decline rapidly and the Doctors were not sure why. I was a truck driver and was faced with some obstacles that your average everyday bariatric patient wouldn't face. I had some incidents before I knew what was going on that were pretty scary.
Once I began to learn a lot more about these things it became important to me. I had began to grow accustomed to being big and could only dream what life would be like with being so big. My health continued to decline as I had began to understand why things were not good anymore. It was the advent of the Internet age. I began to learn more and more about the different types of operations and what may or may not be the correct one for me.
Some of the things that were a result of my health were that I'd get up each day needing to throw up. Diarrhea was constant and one day day as I had returned from work my vision had become blurry.
Diabetes...
When my vision had become blurry, on my return from work I was scared because I could not see straight. Being a driver, I'd say that the ability to see is pretty important and I didn't know what was going on. I felt rotten. I managed to drive 5 miles from the truck terminal in my own vehicle thinking I was hurt, but I was in some serious trouble for reasons I didn't understand. My mind was not operating correctly, though I knew enough to get to the hospital. All of this happened in 1998.
Once I got to the hospital I told the ER people that I couldn't see straight. My eyes were burning and I didn't know why. I thought something was in them or that something had irritated them. As ER people do, they began to run all kinds of different tests and what happened next was some really scary stuff. the test had began to baffle the Doctors until somebody had decided to run a blood test on me. the blood test had revealed that I was suffering from "ketoacidosis" this is a condition in diabetes where the body fails to make enough insulin to process fatty and amino acids. The body was failing to make the insulin because due to the extreme weight, the pancreas was getting "Squeezed" and there wasn't enough room inside me for it to work right. The ketones are the countable items that are used to measure the severity of the condition. Most often these are brought on by another condition common to diabetic incidents called "Hyperglycemia" This big word basically means that there was too much blood sugar. the normal rate for blood sugar is about 150 but mine was very severe. My count was 450 and almost enough to have caused me to go into a coma if it had gone any higher. As soon as this was determined, the hospital immediately admitted me and assigned me a room.
Scared to death, I was almost in a maniacal frenzy. The hospital people were not attending to my requests and I had no idea what was going on. I had wanted to at least take a shower and was denied that chance. They kept poking and sticking me with needles. The hospital the next day began to educate me on diabetes. I was detained for three days leading into a weekend.
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