That empty closet must contain a methaphor for other parts of life that now have more space. For what.. ?
I've got one and half more weeks to lose one and half more pounds to leave the obese BMI category.
Onwards...
The ferry ride to Bremerton, WA. |
Surgeon's office |
Fluroscope for precision guidance. |
The RN who performs the fill procedure. A medical technician is also present to run the fluoroscope. |
Locating the port. |
Inserting the fill needle. |
First, the fluid is removed.. |
Swallowing barium to check flow-though rate between upper pouch and lower stomach. |
The view on the way back to Seattle |
The view arriving in Bremerton, WA via state ferry. |
You ticket to incidental exercise! Getting an extra 2 mile walk in today since I'm bussing from Phinney to Capital Hill. That's good. Ever notice how can smell what the person sitting next to you last ate? That's bad. What is that smell? KFC?
I had a tight schedule today but managed to get in two brisk 20 minute walks in two of the most beautiful neighborhoods of Seattle: Queen Anne and Capitol Hill. Here are the cherry blossoms on Capitol Hill.
Having a lap band that need filling is much like driving a car with a very loose parking brake: you can drive almost normally with just a little bit of annoying drag.
I tested the theory that white, doughy bread is problematic for a banded pouch. Not this one. The medium-sized, house-made roll from Kens Market went down smoothly. Problem was it was a GD cinnamon roll!
That was at 3:30. It's. 6:30 now and I'm still not hungry. If that changes later tonight, I'll have a bit of cottage cheese.
Enough experimenting for today. And enough driving with the parking brake on.