Bariatric surgery

Well I made the leap and contacted Jefferson University Hospital and set up a Bariatric Consultation for April 9th at 8 am. I'm already looking at diets and how to eat before and after surgery. I think I'm going to start eating right in preparation for the possible surgery. This is going to suck but I feel it's needed when 3 of my doctors agree that it will keep me alive.

Well I have started a new way of life. Low sodium diet (2000mg) is hard as fuck. Plus I made an appointment with Jefferson University Hospital Bariatric consultants. I have to lose this weight and fast. I have the will power of a flea with ADHD, so I'm hoping this works, I think with the last few months and all the bullshit I've been through physically I'll be able to do it.

Well it was coming like a freight train at me...

My heart condition Atrial Ahrrythmia is getting out of control. For years Doctors have been telling me to lose weight or get severe physical health problems and bang here they are. There are only 2 choices for me neither is preferable. The one I didn't choose is to just stay in Ahrrythmia and take more meds hoping they keep me stable (already told the chances of winning the lottery is better. The choice I DID decide on is to try the cardiac shock again and start on a drug that has far better success at keeping people in normal sinus rhythem but after 4 years has some terrible side effects like thyroid, lung, and liver disease. The doctor swears that I'll be monitored and the first sign of trouble they will stop the drug.

Now with both options comes the dreaded mandatory diet. I am advised to get barriatric surgery and informed the doctor that Unitedhealthcare will not cover any type of weight loss surgery. I can only hope that John does get the new job as the benefits package is supposedly first rate.

Fuck Me!

I'm back in the hospital! My heart started revving up and I couldn't breath. The doctors say I'll either be released tomorrow or they will shock me back into normal rhythem, well have to see.

Sorry to be away.

Goddess the past few months have been awful. Minor heart attack followed 2 weeks later by a "non-cerebral" stroke that has left my left side not so good and then a month and a half later I get a blood clot in my spleen and it has now died off, but they can't remove it due to all the blood thinners I'm on.
Of course all of this is overshadowed by my anxiety over applying for Disability. I'm not sleeping and overeating from the stress.

But enough with the bad. I'm getting involved with the Radical Faeries in Philly and love the group so very much. Heart Circles are a magical thing.

John is up for a job change to another station and I hope he gets it. He hates his boss so much.

Home again, home again jiggity jig!

Gods that was an awful experience. I'm still dealing with the after effects of the stroke (that's what we're calling it) but i'm already about 80% healed. I'm sure it's this last 20% that will be the bitch. John is killing himself trying to balance the dogs, work, me and more work and it's killing him. I feel so bad but I can't even go up and down stairs without help so walking the dogs is out of the question.

The reason i'm home so early is that i nearly had another heart attack while under the "care" of Manor Care and had to be rushed to the hospital. While there I insisted they re-evaluate me and they decided I could go home with out-patient therapy. Being home is stressful in it's own way but I can deal with all that.

Tomorrow It's back to more frequent posting and the tale of my very first date.

Help! I can't take this anymore.

I miss my husband John Arndt desperatly, when he leaves my soul leaves with him and the depression sets in. I think I will recover faster at home at this point knowing the people I love can come to me that includes my dogs and cats. I'm all alone here and it makes my heart ache.
I know you all love me but well wishes are just not enough to keep me sane at this point.

This place I'm at is terrible at night the nurses are just evil and I guess because I "look" healthy they think I'm self sufficient. But I'm not. I am getting better but I'm no where near healthy or capable of much physically, he'll the one good strong arm I have has started hurt so bad from over use that I need pain meds to sleep at night.

If I can't go home soon I don't know what I'll do.