I can't be trusted......

Well, if I have proven something to myself, it's this. If I was without a band, or had absolutely no fill in either, I would put what weight I have lost back on quick smart. I have managed to gain a kilo - A WHOLE KILO - in almost two weeks. 

I don't even feel like I have a band in to be honest. I guess the weight has come back on because I'm hungry just like in the old days, and I can eat everything in sight again, just like the old days. Boy, can I eat. I got a whole chicken, cheese and mayo toasted sandwich down today. I have been eating semi-healthy, but the rate at which I can now get food down (not slow..... not even close) and the amount I can put away before actually registering I'm full is more than ever before. Thankfully, I am back at the Doc's tomorrow to get some fill back in. Taking some out in the first place did the job though. My stomach problem has resolved and it's been kind of nice to not PB everything in sight for a change. 

The thing I have found out is... I still can't be trusted to eat in a band way when I don't have it working for me. I thought I maybe I could, but I would say having carte blanche to pretty much eat what I want and how much I want once again has shown me that I would suck at maintaining my weight if I didn't have a band in. Before getting out the fill I was cruising. I hope things go back to the way they were. Not the bad side of things but the good part where I am heading towards the green zone again. That would be ideal. Since he took out 1.1 mill (which actually surprised me at how much it was when I saw it in the syringe. I always thought of a mill as a tiny amount - but that's not really so) I am hoping he will put at least half back. Will let you know what we decide.

My boys hand. What can I say about this. What a shocker of a day we had the day after he broke it. Long story short: we ended up at the enormous childrens' hospital in the city. We wait around to see a doctor at the plastics dressing clinic and when we finally get in, the doctor decides that she wants to try to manipulate Jake's two broken bones back together without him going under anesthetic. Say what? 

I think, having all these boys in the house, that I am fairly used to broken bones, cuts, scrapes etc etc.. nothing really fazes me in that regard. But when she tells me that she's going to numb his extremely 'three times the size it should be' hand, well I went cold. I tried telling her no.. but she was pushy. Hmm. Anyway, six dirty great needles later in his hand and wrist, blood pouring out of the punctures (eek!) and one very numb hand and wrist later, she tries to put the bones back in place herself, leaving a huge dent in the back of his hand. Funnily enough, this was what made Jake woozy lol. Up till then he had been fairly stoic. Unfortunately it was a no go. Xrays showed the bones kept popping back out of place. So in the end he had to have it operated on just like they predicted in the first place. 

He now sports six small screws and a plate in the back of his hand to support the broken bones and two displaced knuckles. Apparently, these will stay in his hand for the rest of his life. Crap. So that was that. It was a long, miserable day and tomorrow we are back so they can take off the huge heavy cast he has on and replace it with a splint. This he wears for 6 weeks. Who knows how he's going to get on at school when they go back after these two weeks holidays. It's his right hand and that's the one he writes with. Fun times!

I have been reading all your accounts of your time in Chicago. Sounds like the weekend went off without a hitch - except for Gen and her elbow (Jake commiserates by the way!! lol). Ouch. What a thing to happen. Hope you're healing well, Gen. Get well vibes coming your way from Oz. As for the rest of you.....hope you danced up a storm, got yourself drunk and made idiots of yourself. It's what I would have done and this is what memories are made of, lol. xxx

Seeya

Cara