It's been four months, today, since I had my gastric bypass reversed. In four days, it will be four years since I had that bypass to begin with. So, I'm giving an update. First off, I'm expressing how it's affected me mentally. In my brain, I feel like I never got to enjoy or relish being a smaller size. Maybe for a minute or two, but not real feeling young, healthy, sexy, fabulous. And I was far from feeling strong. This messed with me mentally. I had done the bypass to lose weight to get my knee replaced. But, inside my brain, I was actually looking forward to a smaller version of me - being wild and free; able to walk, not feeling like a blob. I went from that blob to a skeleton. My BEFORE picture I went home after having my gastric bypass to having diarrhea for four years straight. And some days, it was worse than others. I steadily got weaker and weaker. Which I thought was due to my very first Covid experience...
I've been hanging out in my house for the most part. Hiding from germs. Hiding from phlegm. Hiding from coughs. Hiding from sneezes. Hiding from snot. Trying to stay healthy until surgery day. Not that I can hide very well. Roommate daughter is literally coughing a lung up. So, she can only hang out with me if she is wearing a mask. I am bathing in hand sanitizer when I remember. I'm taking elderberry gummies with a bunch of zinc and vitamin C in order to boost my immunities. Poor Roommate. Not that I would know much if I did have a cold. My nose has been running constantly since the day Jeff was pushed up my nostril. I have a constant sore throat, due to the tube rubbing in the back of my throat. The worst part is when I'm laying down and roll onto my left side. It starts to move around and I feel like I'm choking. It doesn't do it every time, but most of the time. And I don...