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Riding to Cascade Locks without Cruise Control (or what I did the day after Martin and Carol's Shindig)

The day after Martin and Carol's re-hitching ceremony Deb and I had breakfast with the WL crowd that overnight-ed at the Lodge. We headed home and I proceeded to power wash a lot of really gross stuff in the backyard. I guess partying with WL just puts me in a house husband sort of mood.

Just as I finishing up Steve D. called and said that he and Kitten were getting ready to leave for Cascade Locks. I had previously agreed to keep them company on the ride back to Kitten's place.


2 cc and I'm on my way

I had my surgical follow-up at the doctor's office yesterday.

Executive Summary: I'm doing fine.


Wow - real food again!

Over the last week and a half I've actually started eating real food again! Not much, but enough to feel like a human person again. I don't know how anyone could live on protein shakes and yogurt for more than a couple of weeks. I'd go bonkers.

I was supposed to wait until four weeks before moving off pureed stuff, but I just needed to eat something I had to chew. And since I do most of the cooking around here it was getting a bit tedious to watch everyone else enjoying themselves while I ate little piles of mush.


Continued Improvement

Today I felt as close to "normal" as I've been since the surgery. If my bathroom scale is to be believed I am losing weight. Today it said "283.5".


Liquid Metformin (RioMet)

For those of you who didn't know I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes about five years ago. Part of my life has become my medicine routine. Over the last year I had been using Byetta combined with Actos, Metformin and Ameryl to control my blood sugar. This had been pretty successful until I chose to discontinue Actos in the late summer.


Transition, Week 1

Today is the beginning of the second week of my liquid diet. I began taking only liquids the day before surgery. Sometime in the last few days it really started to hit me. Its very odd to go this long on only drinks and soups. Very odd indeed.


Getting Small (or How My Gastric Band Let Me Drop a Spring Rate on my Motorcycle)

It's done.

I got out of recovery (great name) around 6:00 PM on Wednesday. My memories of that evening are few and far between. I do recall snapping back to something like conciousness around midnight and then having little luck falling back to sleep. Lot's of poking and prodding by the Legacy Nursing Staff including morphine shots for the pain.


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