Sunday, September 21, 2008

Medical Stuff

Yesterday I finally got around to getting in to the lab to have blood drawn for my surgeon. I also asked that they send the results to my regular doctor. Went ahead and scheduled my mamo that I should've done back in April and scheduled an appointment with my regular doctor about a week after that. Might as make sure all is as it should be.

When I had my follow-up with my surgeon, he expressed concern that I'm not getting enough protein in, and I agree. I also know I'm not getting enough water down every day. While I sit here at the computer, I'm good at drinking, but for the rest of the day, I forget. I always have a bottle out on my desk at work, but more often than not, I don't remember, it gets warm and it ends up back in the fridge.

One of the drawbacks from weight loss surgery is that it is extremely important to monitor your nutrition, and that's not always easy to do. Hair loss and bone mass loss are highly possible if you don't get the right nutrients down. I've had some hair loss, but very little, so I'm not sure if it's because I'm not getting enough protein or just the age thing. I feel dizzy when I bend over for any length of time and that's because I know I'm not getting enough of anything down. It would just be too funny if I end up malnourished.

Even though I feel constantly hungry, it's a different hungry than what I would feel, pre-surgery, and I can live with the feeling. It's almost become second nature. I know I should eat something, but most often just don't feel like it. I usually have to make myself eat, and I'm not sure if this is a good thing. Sometimes I actually still look forward to a meal (like today; going the folks for my mum's birthday, and she's going to have those little croquette balls - yum!).

So, I'm just waiting to see how my blood work comes out. Hopefully, all is well, or at least still fixable.

I find it ironic that I started out life not really wanting to eat much. My mother always struggled with me to get food down. Then I hit puberty and hit the tarmac running and wouldn't stop eating. It would be really funny if I reverted back to not wanting to eat for the last part of my life.

A circle complete. Ah, well, that's supposed to be good thing, at least in the Chinese culture.

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