OCD vs CDO

I have a confession to make. It drives me NUTS to see "CDO, because that's in the correct alphabetical order"... because it is Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, so it HAS to be "OCD". Otherwise, it would be "Compulsive Disorder Obsessive",, which is just - - - wrong.

Or does that just make me...

a little OCD myself?

*laughing*
As if I didn't know the answer to that!

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I took a nice, long nap and then topped it with another nice long nap. And woke up feeling refreshed. Not particulary happy mind you, as my poor hubby was giving me a blow-by-blow of our baronial business meeting. But still - I find myself thinking about what I want to get done, what I have missed doing, making plans... finally clear-headed enough to make plans. I've spent the better part of the last three weeks in la-la drifting land.

I'm eating beef lo-main as I type. Food. Yum. This recovery stuff can just keep on happening.


[ETA: Well, the "I feel good" only lasted about an hour - but still, that's better than what I've been experiencing! And if an hour now, then 1.25 tomorrow, right? Leading up to 2 hours and then 4 and then the sky's the limit. Yup. That's my story.]

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Just wanted to post this somewhere... it's not interesting, really.

Since my surgery (jan 25), I have lost 48 pounds. I can now imagine what it is like for people who have tummy-band surgery or other types of surgical weight intervention.

The nausea is clearing. I can drink a soda without pain, and am eating more often. And craving meat, meat, meat... beef, actually. Rrrawr!

The Good

I thought, you know, with all the whining, I should say something about the good that has come from my surgery already.

For the first time in I don't know how many years, I can sleep on my back. I've been sleeping on my sides for so long that I can remember being distinctly uncomfortable/nervous when my back was rebuilt and they wanted me to sleep prone. I couldn't relax, even when I wasn't nausous. It was that 'unnatural'. Since I got home, I find myself rolling over to sleep like that all the time and blissfully drifting back off again - heartburn-free.

I haven't had to eat Tums or Rolaids, of which I had a 1-3 tablet a day habit, since I got home. This will adversely impact my high-calcium diet but you know what? I'm just fine with that.

I'm sleeping through the night. Or mostly. And it is pretty obvious that once pain stops waking me up, I WILL be sleeping through the night. Like a normal person. How about that?

For all that it isn't the best way to do it, I'm pretty comfortable with the amount of weight I've lost. It's a little over 15% of my body mass, so no, it's not a healthy thing, but I have absolute faith that as soon as my tummy troubles are past, I'll be up and eating normally.

Exertion does not make me sick to my stomach. Can you even imagine how freeing it is to think that I can run, or exercise, or even go for a stiff walk, without wanting to throw up afterwards? I feel stronger already, as if the endorphines are gearing up for later on when I'm more fully recovered.

No more midnight belching. I hated that. Women do not belch. Neither do they snore. I know this, because my Grandmother taught me so. It was distressing that something so ingrained could not be maintained. And for those who read this and do have "middle of the night belching/pressure" - hie thee to a doctor. Because that is a classic gallbladder disease sign. Which I didn't learn until after I'd seen a surgeon. (He told me. The G.I. doc didn't!)