Archive | August 10, 2014

Time for a title change


Well since I have had my gastric bypass surgery it is only fair that I change my title.  I have been playing with a few in my head. Such as “Tracy’s pouch is in control, Tracy’s life is forever changed, ” but theses title all sound stupid.  The truth of the matter is I am fighting nausea everyday, I hate feeling sick on the stomach and right now I am not in a good place with this surgery. 

Oh yea I briefly remember hearing about bad breath would be one of the side affects but didn’t think it would affect me.   WRONG!!! My mouth smells like somebody ass. If you know me I am a talker always have been and always will be.  Now I am covering my mouth up all the time because my breath stinks.  Shoot I am in the bathroom brushing, flossing, and swishing every chance I get.  I visited the local Wal-Mart and bought mini Listerine and the little patches you put on your tongue and breath spray.  Heck I was spraying every few minutes until my husband told me to stop because it has alcohol in it and it may irritate my stomach.

Oh my God, why didn’t somebody tell me I can’t walk no more than 5 steps and I will pass gas every time.  I break so much wind that if I can could bottle it up I could win a war by throwing it at the enemy.  I don’t know what I am going to do if this continue when I go back to work because my co-workers are going to kill me.

One other things that irritate the hell out of me is the constipation.  I don’t know about anybody else but I love making bowel moments without feeling like I got to prepare for war and then only one pebble falls out.  You can use that sucker for a bb it be so hard.

I know some of this  information is little to much information for some people and I am sorry.  I will not act like everything is all gravy and the pounds are falling off like crazy and I feel like a million bucks because I would be lying.  This choice is the hardest choice you can make, and whoever said this was the easy way out can come and talk to me personally. 
This is the hardest because not only do you still have to exercise and monitor the food you eat carefully. If you don’t you will be in the bathroom throwing up or be foaming at the mouth.  You are dealing with a body that is trying adjust to systematic changes it was not design for and it fighting the hell back…hint the nausea.
Am I seconding guessing myself….hell yea, am I in the depression part of the surgery…… probably.  But it doesn’t change the fact that everything I said is the truth.  Pray for me, you people who know God because the struggle is real and I am war with my body.