Friday, June 8, 2012
The Confessions of a Pissed Patient
So, now twenty-plus years later, I'm faced with scar tissue that impedes my ability to swallow normal foods and I'm living on junk I know I can eat without problem. Last year, I was in the hospital three times in two months for dilation procedures, saw countless doctors, and after a recent hospitalization and heart scare (which preceded numerous very costly tests), I've been referred back to Vanderbilt to see a surgeon about having a revision.
I always viewed my surgery as a tool and not a cure, but no one told me that after so many years your body would become accustomed to the lower caloric intake and you would face regaining despite eating much less. At least when I was fat before I could point to the Big Macs, fries and frequent thirty-one flavor trips I made. Now, my husband can't believe I can gain weight on the amount I eat, but at this stage, it's not how much, it's WHAT! No wonder I'm depressed.