As Promised

I promised I would fill you in on the details of my third fill the other day. Now pay attention closely kids...there's a lesson to be learned here. And boy, did I learn. Here's what transpired.

I had an early morning appointment for my third fill and I arrived ready to do battle. As it was quickly approaching my third month anniversary and I still did not feel any restriction I was prepared this time to go head to head with my lovely, yet conservative, surgeon. I was going to let him know that the time for action was today and we'd better get a move on these fill amounts or at this pace I was going to have grandchildren driving me to my fills. So in I marched with all the strength and determination of a Spartan army. I raised my shield, wielded my spear and commanded my surgeon's attention. I talked, he listened and then...he suggested a fill of 1 cc. WHAT!!! Are you smoking crack? No, I didn't say that but my expression did. I smiled. Then I politely informed him that we needed to do at least 1.5 cc as I needed to get on with this process and start utilizing this tool to my advantage. Guess what, he relented. I did a happy dance and away we went. He did reiterate the importance of going slowly with the fills but he understood my concern. 1.5 cc went in and then I sat up to drink my trial cup of cold water. I was so pleased with myself. I was being assertive about my care. Then...as I was drinking down the water thinking I will be closer to restriction, there was a sudden tightness all along the inner wall of my esophagus followed by a rumbling of volcanic proportion and then...water spewing all over the place...my own little internal TSUNAMI had let loose. My surgeon smiled and then started to laugh. "Too tight" he said. "Ugh" I said..."now I have to concede defeat!!!" I laughed. "I guess that's why you're the surgeon and I'm the patient" I said. "Okay. I'll let you have this one but no more baby fills" I told him. He was still laughing (good naturedly) as I wallowed in my defeat. He took out 0.5 cc and yes, it left me with good restriction. Lesson learned.

He did mention something very interesting as well. He said that some people have a smaller range in their ideal restriction (fill) zone than others. So even though I am not as filled as others, it doesn't mean I won't have the same restriction.

So far so good. I am very happy to feel restriction finally. This is going to make all the difference. I can't wait to weigh in on Monday and see how much the scale has moved. The spring in my step is back and my bruised ego is healing well.