Tuesday, 4 August 2015

Food As Reward

The day I was out walking with tamile and we started talking a little bit about what exactly food is to us and how we see it.  One of the things the we realized as we talked was that we both see food as a reward.  In seconds as we talked both of us rattled off a number of examples where we rewarded ourselves with food for a job well done.
  • A new job? lets celebrate by going out to a restaurant.
  • Kids Birthday? lets have the family over for dinner & cake.
  • The kids sports team did well? Then lets get the Ice-Cream on the way home.
I'm pretty sure that you get the idea. Not really sure what the origin of this behaviour is but it seems  to be pretty consistent across most of the people I know.   More then once I've seen a coach with the whole sports team out for Slurpees or Ice Cream.

We need to get away from this.  Why should food be used as a reward?  I guess in a lot of ways it is just easy.  Food is everywhere so that makes it super easy to get and give as a reward. With a little extra effort a better reward shouldn't be to hard to come up with.

  • A new job? What about getting some new clothes or something cool to have with you at the job.  Like some kind of desk sitter.
  • Kids Birthday? Have the family over for gifts and a visit.  Skip the cake, it is a tradition that isn't really needed.  A quick bit of Google-Fu says cakes come from around the 1400s in Germany.   Maybe we need to change just how we do cakes, Maybe there is some type of better option.  I'm not to sure what it is but I do want to try and figure it out.  Maybe just skip the icing?
  • Sports team did well?  Save the money you would have used on ice cream and get them something they can you use for the next game.  Maybe some better equipment, help pay for team photos, have Gatorade on hand for the next game (Sure it is food, but at least it is good you)
Anyways hopefully this will at least give you something to think about.

I was going to say that I hoped this post gave you some "Food for Thought" but I thought better of it.

There is a quote I found that is apparently attributed to Drew Carey;

"Eating crappy food isn't a reward, 
it is a punishment"

Friday, 31 July 2015

By Pass Update: Day 8

So it has been a 8 days since I had the surgery.  All things considered I'm doing pretty good and feeling pretty good.  Each of the incisions, but 1, have started to develop some wonderfully colourful bruises.  The one that hasn't bruise up is healing amazingly well.  The second worst bruise of the lot wasn't part of the operation but from the bloody Heperin shot I received the next day.

Next lets look at food.  Things have changed a little bit since I last posted.  Don't worry, Jell-O is still my best friend.  Now with that out of the way I have gotten to try a few new things as well.  I absolutely loved the Mango Hurricane Booster Juice,  with it I had a protein booster. That was a big help with my daily protein. It was so nice and smooth going down too.  The one rule I did break was I used a straw.  They say that you are not supposed to use straws because it introduces to much air into the stomach.  I didn't really have any problem with it.

The next day tamile made bison burgers for herself and pureed about 2 or 3 oz of one of them along with a bit of beef broth. I can't begin to describe just how good this tasted.  It was pretty much the first amount of meet I had eaten in some time.  I was tempted to add some ketchup or maybe even some relish but I decided against it.  I wasn't sure how the ketchup my cause it to clump up in my stomach.  As for the relish I don't really have a reason why I didn't bother with that I just didn't.

More news as it happens.

Sunday, 26 July 2015

Day 4 By Pass Update

Well it has been four days since the by pass.  All in all I'm doing pretty good.  I've still only had a single bowel movement and I would very much like to start having them with some amount of regularity.

Me at the start line

Saturday was pretty exciting,  Months before I knew I would be having the surgery we had signed up for the Winnipeg 5k Color Me Rad run.  I was honestly pretty torn about how I was going to deal with this.  At first I had considered just going to cheer them on and sitting at the finish line waiting for them.  Then I considered walking as much of it as I could and just doubling back to the finish line.  I went back and forth on this a lot since the surgery and before hand.  Saturday morning I was getting dressed and pulled out the shirt I had worn to the other color me rad runs I had done.  It was pretty much decided at that point I was going to walk as much of it as I could.  I nearly dropped out around the 4 kilometer mark.  But I decided I had gone that far another kilometer wouldn't hurt.  I'm really glad that I made it to the finish line and did the whole route.  It felt like a really big accomplishment.  Granted there is still apart of me that is fairly certain that while it was an accomplishment it was also a stupid decision.    In the end I guess I don't really care all that much I accomplished what I set out to do.  Next year I will be running it one way or the other.

At the finish line (Left to right Randilin, tamile, and friend)

Showing off my incisions
naviara and her father joined us as well.
We finished off the day with a stop at Ikea.  tamile and I needed new bed side dressers for our room.  I was so waiting for someone to ask to help me find something I wanted to say I was looking for the shower displays to get cleaned up.  Sadly no one asked me anything but tamile and our friend did enjoy a snack afterwards.
I of course had water!

Once home a nap was had followed by a shower, in which a lot of the bandages came off.  Then the evening was spent babysitting the the grandkids who for the most part did a good job of not poking my stomach.

Friday, 24 July 2015

By Pass update

Gastric By Pass - Blow by Blow

So this post is basically going to be something of a blow by blow of everything I remember from my Gastric By Pass procedure.  Obviously I won't remember all of the details I plan to share what I can.  It will be some what graphic in parts because I don't intend to hold back.

The day started just before 7 in the morning when we headed to my daughters place.  The plan was for her to drop us off at the hospital and avoid paying for parking all day.  Hospital check in was super easy, they collected some basic information and sent us on our way.  The next room was admitting,  Here they basically get you set up for the surgery.  I was taking in to the back by a little old lady who I think was a hospital volunteer.  She gather up all my personal effects and other belongings.  Everything was tagged and bagged so it would be easy to move around with it me. While here they also set up the IV, of course now I am a mover so as soon as you try and put a needle in me I tend to try and pull away.  So this took a couple of tries.  My gods did that thing hurt,  although not as bad as the Heperin (We'll get to that later).

One problem I did have through out the whole admitting process is that I was supposed to remove all jewelry.  Well I have one ear ring that I've had in my ear for over 20 years at this point.  When my wife and I first got married we were basically broke.  So one of the things that we did to celebrate are marriage is we got our ears pierced.  The problem this caused was that I haven't taken it off in over 20 years.  The two pieces of the ear ring we figured have oxidized together.  The nurses tried to use forsips to remove them twisting and turning them.  But nothing would get it off.  There was talk of cutting it off, but in the end they left it in and just taped it down.  my favorite part about the ear ring was Dr Andrews comment about it.  When he arrived in informed he had had an extensive conversation about it with the nurses.  An other one of the people I met with refereed to it as the infamous ear ring.

All in all admitting was basically prep time.  One by one the doctors and nurse I was going to be working with.  No that isn't the right way to put it I wasn't doing anything with them they were working on me.  First was the admitting nurse who went through a battery of questions.  Later came two nurses who went through the same battery of questions.  how was your boost diet?  when was the last time you ate and drank anything?  The whole process was very repetitive at that point.  After the nurses had finished one of them pulled out a razor and shaved my stomach.  I was honestly surprised by how much hair I really had on my stomach.  He also shave the top portion of my groin.  A vibrating razor at the base of your shaft didn't feel as good as one might expect.

After they were done, a student anesthetist came by, he basically went through the same questions with a focus on any past operations I had experienced.  The one thing that really excited him was that dentures.  It meant that I was a whole lot easier to work with for them.  According to regular Anesthetist said I was their dream patient.  A little while later after that a man name Mark arrive to escort me to the OR.  I'm not certain but that seemed to be his only job.  A friend who had undergone the surgery told me the walk to the OR reminded her of the Green Mile.  I couldn't help but think about that as I walked to the OR.

The OR room reminded me a lot of something out of the show ER,  It seemed pretty high tech.  I was introduced to everyone in the room while I was sat on the chair in the centre.  I honestly don't remember any of the names, other than Dr Andrews.  The biggest thing I remember about my time in the OR was that one of the nurses kept insisting I had to higher on the chair.  The problem was that I'm 6'4" and for whatever the reason they didn't want my feet hanging over the edge of the bench.  I remember wiggling up the bench and my butt feeling like it was half way up the incline.  I was sure I was going to slide back down it once the procedure started but I didn't I guess.

I woke up about 4 to 5 hours later in recovery.

The incisions
The procedure was done through 6 incision.  I was honestly fairly surprised by how many incisions they had to do.  I thought that there would be a lot less.

Apparently one of the doctors had come to me and told me that everything had gone fine and that the operation had been a success.  I don't remember his visit but he did come by later in recovery and tell me the same thing.  The other thing that they say you might or might not remember is the removal of the pipe they put down your throat.  I didn't remember it at all.

A few family members came and visited, I passed a gas a couple of times.  Honestly I figured ya me, The last gas I passed was liquidy so I thought figured it was time for the washroom.  Sadly for me it was blood.  Apparently sometimes it comes out that way.  They took some blood from me to follow up on it and do some testing.  it has been two days now since the procedure I still haven't taken a shit yet.  So far that has been the only complication I've faced.  Hopefully I will go to the washroom soon.
The rest of the day

Anyways that is pretty much everything that happened.


Two things that I forgot: the nurse would not let tamile stay with me in the recovery room over night.  This was something that they were not really clear about during the lead up.  They basically said it was up to the nurse.

Second was the Heperin, I mentioned it earlier but didn't go into any real detail.  I was woke up in the middle of the night by one of the nurses.  She informed me it was time to for my Heperin shot.  It is a blood thinner meant to help reduce the risk of blood clots.  Coming to me in the middle of the night saying it is time for a needle really isn't the best way to get me to take it.  So I turned it down in the middle of the night.  Later the next day when I was a wake and was asked about it I took it.  If you are going to take this shot ask for it in the stomach.  It still hurts like an SoB but apparently it is better to do that then getting it in the arm.