Had an endoscopy yesterday and everything is a-ok with my band. I vow to never drink a margarita, tequila, or anything out of a straw ever again.
I'm going to write this, but understand everything I write because it's going to sound bad and I don't mean it to. In the two years that I've had this band, I have never had as much pain as I had this past month. The only way to describe it is that it felt like my stomach and esophagus were getting squeezed to death. I'm so glad nothing is wrong, but at the same time it makes me feel bad that there isn't because I'm afraid it makes me look like the girl who cried wolf.
When my husband had surgery last year to remove a tumor, the incision on his belly got infected. Everyday for 1 week after surgery, I would say, "I think this is infected." I called the doctor twice and both times the nurse said don't call back until he has a fever of 103. Welp, I listened and the next time we called back was when he started bleeding profusely from his incision. He didn't have a fever, but he had an infection that was bad enough to land him a week long hospital stay.
I'm not going to go overboard, but when something is truly wrong, I will never in my life let a nurse blow me off like that again. This time, I was persistent because there was something very wrong. Thank goodness it wasn't serious or permanent, but I'm afraid I've used up my persistence card with my doctors!
I think ill round out the month on liquids, enjoy some food on vacation and then head back to the dr for an adjustment when I return in late Feb. I want to lose 5 more lbs before vacation!