A year ago today I was in a hospital bed, very drowsy, and wanting something to drink. I couldn’t have anything to drink, though, because I hadn’t had my pouch checked to see if it leaked. It’s weird, the closer it has gotten to my 1 year anniversary of the surgery, the more I seem to remember about it. It’s like I had forgotten some of the little things from that day, but now I remember them like it was yesterday.

So, a year has passed and I have lost around 100 pounds. That’s a lot of weight. I still need to lose 100 more, but losing this next 100 seems to be happening a lot slower than the first 100. Of course, that’s to be expected since I can actually eat meals now, whereas for 2 months last year I couldn’t eat at all…and then when I could eat, I was having so much trouble keeping things down that I threw up once a day for several weeks, then a few times a week, then once a week. Now, its down to a couple of times a month. I’d mention how much I miss it (because I just spent a lot of time doing it), but people would probably start to call me a bulimic…which I’m not.

Mom and I had to take Molly to the vet today. She’s having tummy troubles, and my mom was worried that she might have swallowed some glass last night. (Molly pulled a glass bowl off the stove and it broke.) We’re having to keep an eye on her. I hope she didn’t swallow any glass and that her tummy problems pass.

Plugs: Caleb, Calli, Cassie, Catherine, Chelsea, ChibiChaos, Clifford, Emily, Jenn, Kristen, Leih, Mia, Sarah, Zalette

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I can’t believe how many people replied to my last entry. I think the last time I got 30 comments on one entry, I hadn’t posted in almost a month. I was shocked on Saturday when I got on and saw like 13 or 14 comments. I guess a lot of people feel strongly about Ebonics. To those of you who told me not to let it get to me, I would just like to state that I never did let it get to me. Sure, I was annoyed that I was called some names, but my feelings weren’t hurt because I knew those statements weren’t true.

So, I’ve opened some new fanlistings (actually, I adopted them): Friends: 3.16 – The One The Morning After (Episodes), Friends: 10.05 – The One Where Rachel’s Sister Babysits (Episodes), Journals and Diaries (Miscellaneous), and Paganism: Triquetra (Mythology and Religion). The One The Morning After is the episode where Ross and Rachel break up officially. The One Where Rachel’s Sister Babysits is the episode where Rachel’s sister (played by Christina Applegate) babysits (duh) and ends up getting Emma’s ears pierced. Y’all should know what journals and diaries are. The Triquetra is a symbol used in Paganism and Christianity. (Yes, it is also the symbol used on Charmed.)

The nurse just called from my doctor’s office. They’ve already gotten my blood test results back. My iron levels are fine, but my doctor wants to keep me on the iron pills. I guess he’s probably worried that if I went off of my iron, my levels would drop. (He had another WLS patient who had iron-deficiency anemia and she’s struggled with keeping her iron levels up, so he’s trying to keep a closer eye on mine.)

Plugs: Abz, Alx, Alyse, Cathie, Cha, Char, Chelle, Erin, Heather, Idony, Jenna, Jerica, Jess, Justina, Kaylie, Kimmi, Linda, Lynsey, Molls, Nadine, Nicolestar, Rebecca, Robbie, Sarah, Tara, Tess, Vanessa, Vera, Vixen

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I had to go back to the doctor today to have my TB test read. Jackie, the nurse, had a hard time telling if it was positive or negative, so she had the doctor look at it. They determined that the spot on my arm from the test was 3 millimeters smaller than what qualifies as a positive TB test. So, I was really close to possibly being diagnosed with tuberculosis. Scary, huh? Maybe I ought to keep an eye on it, just in case it gets any bigger. I don’t think it will, but just the thought of being that close to being positive for TB is creeping me out.

I’ve been noticing that maybe I’m slipping back into my Tylenol addiction. It started about a month ago. After dinner, I was having some pretty bad pains, so I took some Tylenol. Now, every night I have to take 2 extra-strength Tylenol. If I don’t feel any pain, then I’ll start panicking and eventually, I’ll feel the pain somewhere. That leads to my taking my nightly Tylenol. I’m afraid if I don’t take the Tylenol that something will happen, which is how I was before when I was doing the whole taking Tylenol too often. I know that taking the Tylenol doesn’t actually prevent anything bad from happening, but on another level, it seems like Tylenol is some kind of miracle-worker that keeps my world from falling apart. I know that I’m crazy. (If you feel the need to laugh at my Tylenol addiction, please do not do so in my comments. It is a real problem for me and not something to laugh about. I would leave this warning out, but I have had people mock my problem in the past.)

Plugs: Comet, Elyse, Jem, Natasha, Sarah, Shannon, Tara

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I went for my physical today. I had to get stuck 4 different times–once for a Syphilis test, once was a Hepatitis B immunization (I have 2 more to go), once was to test my blood levels, and once was for a TB test. I had to have all of this done so that I can go to school. I found out something interesting, though. They don’t do Syphilis tests for mixed schools or for “white schools”, usually…just ones with a predominantly black population. Does that seem fair? I mean, I’m not saying they shouldn’t do the tests…I think they should. They should probably test for ALL STDs, but they shouldn’t just do it at “black schools”. Don’t people of all colors going to all schools deserve to know whether or not they’ve been infected with a disease that will possibly kill them or will cause them problems for the rest of their life? Don’t people have a right to know what’s going on with their own bodies?

So, the title of this entry is “My liver hurts” because after I had my Hepatitis B shot, I told my mom that my liver hurt. (Hepatitis B is a liver disease, btw.) It became a little joke between us. Everytime I would say something, my mom would reply, “and your liver hurts.” So, it’s one of those “you had to be there” moments. (BTW – my liver didn’t actually hurt.)

Tara, yes, the incident/person to whom I am referring to is the person who I discussed on Celestial. It’s gotten a little worse, as she’s now told me that I’m a liar. Yeah, right…like I’d lie about the member list problem. Whatever.

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