Do you ever tell stories that first need a preface, or maybe two? Well, this one needs several… let me start out by saying that I learned my lesson(s) and that what I am about to share is incredibly stupid… kind of like an idiot who thinks he can actually get into a barrel and soar over the side of Niagara Falls, and yet live!? What?
First preface: weight loss surgery patients have “restroom” problems… in that, sometimes we are unable to use it! Yes I am speaking of constipation. And it can be incredibly painful… I have felt and looked like I am 3 mos pregnant these past few days and not been very regular. So I thought I would “help things along”… I had a GREAT idea! Which really, was a STUPID idea… the reason for this post.
Second, let me preface it by saying, YES ITS INCREDIBLY A LUDICROUS THING TO DO! I have learned my lesson… And now on with my story. Tim & I went to Longhorn’s last night… I told him on the way there, I’m going to make myself sick tonight. I have to go to the bathroom really bad but can’t… so I am going to drink and eat and have dessert. Surely that will make me use the bathroom. So I had a margarita. OK I had two. But it did take me over the course of a few hours! And I had salad… the lettuce has a habit of making things move along… and then at the end, I enjoyed more than 3 wls surgery portion bites of his ultimate brownie. Well jackpot! By the time I got home, I had to use the restroom… I WAS A SUCCESS!
Uhhh yes, but I forgot one very important thing. Carbs. And what they do to me. Where and when did I forget to factor all of that in? I laid down on the sofa in my bathrobe, put on my favorite queen size fuzzy burgundy blanket, and I was off to sleep in just about 3 minutes. This was about 8 pm. About 8:30, I had this terrible episode that scared me to death! I don’t know how it happened, what I did… but I was on the sofa sleeping quietly… the next thing I know, I am running through the house naked screaming something about pictures were making me sick and I didn’t know why. Tim kept asking “What pictures? The pictures are making you sick?” I have no recollection of this at all! I do remember shaking all over, and feeling desperate for something to hurry and eat or drink… and I kept pointing trying to tell Tim to get me something to eat!! I finally grabbed a glass of milk and two thin mint cookies and downed them suddenly.
I was sweating profusely… but yet felt shaky all over due to the drop in my blood sugar. I was having a low blood sugar episode from where I had injested too many carbs. What’s the point of this entire story? I guess its this: I am kicking my own rear end for something I did which was so incredibly stupid… and my body still rejects carbs and sugar… And in the future, should I need to use the restroom, I will resort to something over the counter instead of over the table!
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