A week ago, emotionally prepared, and fully fasted, I set off to my new life which begins at the The Surgical Weight Loss Centre. When I arrived, I waited for about ten minutes (which felt like 13 years) before I was asked to come in, change, and sit under a warming blankie. I answered a few key questions and nodded my agreement and then jumped onto the operating table. Whoo hooo! Once up, and within seconds, the Anesthesiologist had me fast asleep. One hour and five minutes later, the new life started rather grumpily on my part, since I was (very reluctantly) awake and banded! I was rushed out of the recovery room – time is money after all – and my poor-long-suffering-husband brought me home, put me into bed and there I lay restless and sore for about three days, minus the few short little walk about moments where I forced myself up in order to keep my blood moving.

One complication came up within the first few hours and this was that I had a late reaction to the anesthetic (no surprises there), but a new reaction for me, phlebitis! Ouch! My arm hurt much worse than my tummy! At four days then I was forced to go back up to Mississauga to have this looked at – anti inflammation meds were prescribed and worked nearly instantly! If I could have chewed off my arm, I might have done so; therefore I am glad that the meds worked fast!

The interesting thing to note is that it is four days after surgery, I have not eaten a thing but clear broth and water and I am NOT hungry! Imagine! At the doctor’s office I note that I am already down 9 pounds!

Wait! This deserves a lot more attention! I am NOT hungry? What’s that? My stomach has been telling me that I am starving to death for over 40 years now! I must be the recent recipient of God’s newest miracle! I’ll take it! Thank you God and Dr. Colbourn!