Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Fill

There...I made my title obvious so that next time I'm "researching through my blog", it will be easier to spot a post about a fill.

And with that...here are some important fill stats to be had:

My current fill record...of all fills...ever:

Fluid instillation history:
Adjustment CC
Total In Band
Days between fills
5 cc on 1/17/11
5
5
 
1.0cc on 02/14/2011
1
6
27
0.25cc on 04-04-2011
0.25
6.25
50
0.25cc on 05-23-2011
0.25
6.5
49
0.25cc on 08-23-2011
0.25
6.75
90
0.25cc on 11-28-2011
0.25
7
95
0.5cc 0n-04-24-2012
0.5
7.5
146
-2cc on 09-05-2012
-2
5.5
131
1.0cc on 10-09-2012
1
6.5
34
0.5cc on 11-19-2012
0.5
7
40
1cc on 01-21-2013
1
8
62
.5 CC on 07-09-2013
0.5
8.5
168
-7.5cc on 04/04/2014
-7.5
1
265
4.0cc on 04/22/2014 (1 cc still in band)
4
5
18
1.0cc on 06/11/2014
1
6
49
1.0cc on 09/08/2014
1
7
87
.3cc on 12/02/2014
0.3
7.3
84
 
 
 
 
Highest Band CC fill level
8.5
 
 
Total current fluid in band
7.3
 
 
 
 
 
 


TADAHHHHHH! All in one place. Cuz the doctor's notes were out of whack and my blog was not even consistent...so now, it's all there...in black and white. *Phew*

Isn't it pretty?

Now...with all that said....

Worst.

Fill.

EVER!

 (And just in case any newbies are reading this...please don't let this scare you. It's not like excruciating pain or anything I would "never do again"...but there was some noted discomfort and issues. I think there are worse things...like slicing a finger open...or stubbing your pinky toe on a bed frame.)

First of all, my port is getting harder to access for two reasons. 1. I have a fair amount of scar tissue around it that we have to poke through and 2. It's in a weird position now. Not "flipped"...just not exactly where this person needs it to be for easy access.

Second...the person that does my fills now is less experienced than the previous people. The previous peeps didn't need Fleuro and could do the fill just based on feel and experience...and they were really good at it. This person depends on Fleuro, unfortunately. While imaging is cool...it causes her to not work based on instinct...so there is a lot of repositioning. Where Kat and Jen used to get it on the first try, this person has to poke around and move me around...a lot. (For future reference, I need to remind them that me laying FLAT is better than any other position they try).

So there was a lot of poking and radiating my insides to check positioning yesterday. Several times the needle would sorta "bump" past the port when she narrowly missed...which felt very weird and mildly uncomfortable the third time it happened. I had to ask for a second...and then a third application of numbing medication because I could still feel the sharpness of the needle entering my skin. Not horrible...but not the most comfortable thing in the world.

And then the weirdest part of all...the unfill. It has been getting weirder and weirder every time. My clinic completely unfills a band before adding fluid to make sure there have been no leaks. That unfill is the most bizarre feeling to me now. I get this strange sensation all through my abdomen...and as of yesterday, it's not a good feeling. I used to just "notice" it. Now I notice it, it's uncomfortable AND it causes a strange adrenaline response. So I have been advised to remind her in the future that I have this reaction and she will unfill me more slowly so as to avoid agitating the Vagus nerve, which she believes is what is happening.

Beyond that, all the fluid went back in with no issue and my 6 oz of water went down no problem. So...there we are. I'm currently at 7.3 cc's and on liquids. The area around my port is sore from all the poking, but otherwise I'm doing fine.

I will say that she didn't give me any grief about wanting a fill. She indicated that as long as I'm still tolerating bread then I probably need one. I can, in fact, mostly tolerate bread (I ate a roll too fast the day after TG and had issues, but it was a ridiculous amount of bread for me to even attempt). She was even willing to give me a .5cc fill when I only wanted a .25...so we split the difference and I got .3.

So...now we wait and see.

Next goal...clear my house of tempting treats. Because if it's there...I will eat it. This is when it SUCKS not living alone anymore. My husband buys ice-cream. ICE-CREAM! A bandsters worst enemy!!!



1 comment:

  1. 17 in 4 years isn't bad... I had 32 in 2 years of being banded. And for the last 6 months I had basically given up on getting a fill.

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