So many things going on at once now, I think my head is spinning...
After the follow-up with my surgeon, he has decided to put together a think-tank of specialists from Temple University, UPenn, and Johns Hopkins to see if they can come up with new ideas. I'm currently playing phone tag with UPenn, trying to get a consultation with one of their bariatric/GI specialists. My surgeon has set this up as a second opinion case, not a patient transfer, so it's hard to get in to see a new doctor when the doc knows you won't be his/her permanent patient. It took a few phone calls worth of sad, angry crying to get them to accept me as a patient without having to sit through their "required introductory seminar." I let them know that the post-op girl puking at the back of the room may scare off prospective patients... they finally listened. So, now it's just a matter of signing releases, transferring paperwork, and getting all the background info up to the UPenn specialist. Hoy...
I'm still taking my Rx vitamins and getting close to, or over, my 60g of protein a day. My system has now suddenly decided that it no longer appreciates the thick, milkshakey texture of either Chike or Syntha-6 protein shakes. I can't keep either one down. Not with water, not with milk, not with almond milk, not with or without ice... Dammit. They tasted the best out of all the protein shakes I've tried. Fortunately, I still have a metric crap-ton of samples laying about, so I've been on the hunt for a protein shake that tastes tolerable and doesn't make me puke the whole time I'm trying to drink it. My "stomach" has decided that Syntrax Sweets shakes are good.
After depleting my sample supply, I decided to use up my drugstore.com dollars and order some Syntrax Sweets (in Strawberry Mousse and Double Stuffed Cookie flavors). Thanks to my extensive time for research and my savvy shopping skills, I managed to get 2 ginormous canisters of Syntrax for about $30. Yeah, I know. Drugstore.com was the cheapest prices (factoring in my drugstore.com dollars) and I know they have crazy fast shipping. Ordered 'em on Saturday, the arrived here this morning. I had a few samples of the Strawberry Mousse (which tastes to me like the evil pink powder with the bunny on it that you mix into milk as a kid), but I went off of the rave reviews from MeltingMama.net for the Double Stuffed Cookie flavor. Holycrapmonkies. Seriously? The powder itself is delicious. Yep, it smelled so good, I licked the powder off of the peel-off seal from the top. I'm THAT classy, I know. Envy me. But yeah, it still has the slight "protein" smell, but man, it's tasty. The Syntrax Sweets (which is their candy/bakery/creamy varieties) have weird instructions, but basically one scoop in 8oz of 2% milk is my measurements. One scoop has 23g of protein. They mix up rather thin, which my "stomach" likes now, but they lack much of that protein-ish taste. Of course, now I have several opened and unopened cannisters of Syntha-6 and Chike to put into storage until my stomach throws me for another weird loop...
I'm trying to "take it easy" as per doc's instructions, but I'm finding it more and more difficult to sit on my arse. My husband yelled at me last night... he said "You just can't JUST SIT, can you?!?!" Yeah, nope, I'm tired of being sick. I'm tired of just sitting. Though I did get a bit of a wake-up call on that. I was moving things around in our storage room, looking for stoopid Brita filters of all things, and got myself worked up into a cleaning frenzy. Our air conditioner was down for two days, it was hot, and what do I decided to do? Yep, Malnourished Cleaning. Needless to say, after about 30 minutes of sorting and organizing, moving, throwing, and cleaning up after a leaky bottle of Tide, I started feeling horrible. I was dizzy and sweating like a maniac. I stood up to dispose of some papertowels full of Tide, when all of the sudden I went all tunnel-ey. You know, when your vision starts to get fuzzy and dark around the edges? Yep. I felt like I was falling, and my vision was going fuzzy and black. That was it. Scared the bejeebies outta me. I told the youngest son to finish the last of the picking up and went promptly to the couch for a cold beverage. Two sips of cold water later, I leaned over and puked on the cat. I'm still apologizing to said cat. But, needless to say, I'm not really doing much today. I thought I was going to have a stroke or a coronary or something. Cripes.
So, here I sit. On my arse. I figured since I'm not doing anything, I might as well update my blog. And now that I think about what happened yesterday, maybe I should get up and get the cat some treats...
After the follow-up with my surgeon, he has decided to put together a think-tank of specialists from Temple University, UPenn, and Johns Hopkins to see if they can come up with new ideas. I'm currently playing phone tag with UPenn, trying to get a consultation with one of their bariatric/GI specialists. My surgeon has set this up as a second opinion case, not a patient transfer, so it's hard to get in to see a new doctor when the doc knows you won't be his/her permanent patient. It took a few phone calls worth of sad, angry crying to get them to accept me as a patient without having to sit through their "required introductory seminar." I let them know that the post-op girl puking at the back of the room may scare off prospective patients... they finally listened. So, now it's just a matter of signing releases, transferring paperwork, and getting all the background info up to the UPenn specialist. Hoy...
I'm still taking my Rx vitamins and getting close to, or over, my 60g of protein a day. My system has now suddenly decided that it no longer appreciates the thick, milkshakey texture of either Chike or Syntha-6 protein shakes. I can't keep either one down. Not with water, not with milk, not with almond milk, not with or without ice... Dammit. They tasted the best out of all the protein shakes I've tried. Fortunately, I still have a metric crap-ton of samples laying about, so I've been on the hunt for a protein shake that tastes tolerable and doesn't make me puke the whole time I'm trying to drink it. My "stomach" has decided that Syntrax Sweets shakes are good.
After depleting my sample supply, I decided to use up my drugstore.com dollars and order some Syntrax Sweets (in Strawberry Mousse and Double Stuffed Cookie flavors). Thanks to my extensive time for research and my savvy shopping skills, I managed to get 2 ginormous canisters of Syntrax for about $30. Yeah, I know. Drugstore.com was the cheapest prices (factoring in my drugstore.com dollars) and I know they have crazy fast shipping. Ordered 'em on Saturday, the arrived here this morning. I had a few samples of the Strawberry Mousse (which tastes to me like the evil pink powder with the bunny on it that you mix into milk as a kid), but I went off of the rave reviews from MeltingMama.net for the Double Stuffed Cookie flavor. Holycrapmonkies. Seriously? The powder itself is delicious. Yep, it smelled so good, I licked the powder off of the peel-off seal from the top. I'm THAT classy, I know. Envy me. But yeah, it still has the slight "protein" smell, but man, it's tasty. The Syntrax Sweets (which is their candy/bakery/creamy varieties) have weird instructions, but basically one scoop in 8oz of 2% milk is my measurements. One scoop has 23g of protein. They mix up rather thin, which my "stomach" likes now, but they lack much of that protein-ish taste. Of course, now I have several opened and unopened cannisters of Syntha-6 and Chike to put into storage until my stomach throws me for another weird loop...
I'm trying to "take it easy" as per doc's instructions, but I'm finding it more and more difficult to sit on my arse. My husband yelled at me last night... he said "You just can't JUST SIT, can you?!?!" Yeah, nope, I'm tired of being sick. I'm tired of just sitting. Though I did get a bit of a wake-up call on that. I was moving things around in our storage room, looking for stoopid Brita filters of all things, and got myself worked up into a cleaning frenzy. Our air conditioner was down for two days, it was hot, and what do I decided to do? Yep, Malnourished Cleaning. Needless to say, after about 30 minutes of sorting and organizing, moving, throwing, and cleaning up after a leaky bottle of Tide, I started feeling horrible. I was dizzy and sweating like a maniac. I stood up to dispose of some papertowels full of Tide, when all of the sudden I went all tunnel-ey. You know, when your vision starts to get fuzzy and dark around the edges? Yep. I felt like I was falling, and my vision was going fuzzy and black. That was it. Scared the bejeebies outta me. I told the youngest son to finish the last of the picking up and went promptly to the couch for a cold beverage. Two sips of cold water later, I leaned over and puked on the cat. I'm still apologizing to said cat. But, needless to say, I'm not really doing much today. I thought I was going to have a stroke or a coronary or something. Cripes.
So, here I sit. On my arse. I figured since I'm not doing anything, I might as well update my blog. And now that I think about what happened yesterday, maybe I should get up and get the cat some treats...
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