I've been getting worse and worse lately, having a bit of a nightmare, truth be known.
I've been (kinda) managing food - soups and sloppies in the main, but - and I'm aware of how bizarre this sounds - fluids just would not go down properly.
A drink of tea at work would be stuck in my throat for hours, before I was forced to throw it up. And this is not on top of food or anything. I've been having to sleep upright in bed as I'd choke in the night on whatever I'd drunk last.
This morning, after choking ALL NIGHT on some cough medicine the night before, I threw it all up, in tact, some 8 hours later. It'd just been stuck on the top of my pouch. All this is in addition to the reflux that I'd developed.
So, I went for a de-fill today - was dreading it but my bezzie mate Laila had the morning off work to come and give me moral support. She couldn't come in to the x-ray room, being pregnant (yay!), but it was a lovely gesture, nice to know she was there, and great to catch up - I didn't realise, but it's 4 months since we saw each other for one reason or another!
Anyway. This post is only to log what levels my fill is at now.
The last fill took me to 8.0 ml. Today, he took out 8.3 ml. I'd gained 0.3 ml! Again! No wonder I've been struggling so much. So today he's put back in 7.8 ml. That's to allow for me gaining anything, but will mean that I have to put more of an effort into diet and excersise. Went to the gym today though, and bought some new running shoes yesterday - going to try hard with it.
When I get a chance, I might have to update with my feelings about the whole Ferm Britton outing, and the media's total lack of knowledge in this area...
EDIT: I fitted into a pair of size 12 linen trou from Primark the other day - with no muffin top - woohoo!
