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April 30, 2007

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I am home and surrounded by flowers, eager children, and loving emails. My husband has been a real gem.

Hooray! Thanks for all the well-wishes! I have the most incredible friends and family in the world!

I am feeling sore, but honestly, NOTHING like when I had my tonsils out. I know after I wean off the Vicodin I'll be a bit more whiny, but I'm feeling pretty optimistic. After the tonsillectomy, it was MURDER to take the pain meds. Thankfully my throat feels just fine now and I can slurp down the meds just fine.

I'm feeling really grateful - a good friend of mine had the same surgery a month ago (go Giseli!!) and has been such a great support to me. Unfortunately for her, she had horrible swelling and was unable to drink more than 2 tablespoons of water at a time post-surgery - her first week out was awful. She has been such a trouper and has given me the best information. I feel so lucky to have a friend have the SAME surgery just before me.

I also got a wonderful surprise today: Marybeth from Attraversiamo stopped by my recovery room in the hospital! She came in out of the blue, just to wish me the best - before yesterday she didn't even know I lived near hear and she rearranged her schedule today to drop by!! [Heh - the hospital pharmacist tried to get the copay out of her since she was in my room. That made for a great laugh.] She had (a different kind of) weight loss surgery 4 years ago, and has dropped 200 pounds. Her blog has been and continues to be a major source of inspiration for me. I feel that although the actual surgeries people choose for themselves may be different, the emotional issues are very similar. I know I have to plow through my own emotional territory for myself, but reading blogs like Marybeth's have been so helpful to me. Getting to meet her was like being visited by a celebrity - like being surprised by Anne Lamott in a recovery room. Thanks, Marybeth - you are amazing

[Read more about my Lap-Band Journey at A Little Squeeze]

April 29, 2007

Night-before Trepidation

My surgery is tomorrow at 10 am.

I'm getting nervous and scared. (Finally). I knew this was going to happen and was wondering when it would finally hit me. I'm so excited for "the rest of my life" to start, and I'm eager to get this done, but I'm still nervous.

I'm told that a common "first reaction" upon waking up from surgery is regret. I've heard it comes from the idea that they were feeling fine the day before and now they did something so invasive and made themselves feel so physically bad - on purpose!

I know I'm not going to have that reaction. I'm not trying to sound arrogant or special here, it's just that I have so many health and chronic pain issues (hardly any are weight related, by the way), and spend so much of my time in doctors' offices, having testing done and the like, that the hospital experience itself is not really out-of-the-norm for me. Also, frankly, I am in pain every day of my life. It's not like I'm going to go in feeling great (because I almost never do) and come out feeling worse than ever (although perhaps I am minimizing surgery, here).

Lastly, I had my tonsils taken out 5 years ago, at the age of 30. THAT, my friends, truly sucked. I was in horrible, horrible pain for 3 entire weeks. I knew I'd be bad going in, and it really was. I also knew it would be worth it to reduce all the throat and ear infections I'd had over the many years, and it was. The short term was horrible, but the long-term has been so worth it. I'm thinking this Lap-Band surgery is going to be the same way.

I'm starting to have butterflies and lightheadedness. I think it's because my habits are so drastically going to change. I'm getting the Lap-Band because I NEED the help to change my habits. If I could do it by myself without the Band, I would have. There are some deep psychological barriers I've had to changing my habits, otherwise they wouldn't so be so ingrained. It is going to be very very painful to change all these habits. I have been reluctant to change my habits for a reason. I know this weight has been my protection - my barrier against some deep hurts. I don't really understand why it's been so hard to let go of it, but I know there is much more here than just "eating too much because it tastes good". I'm scared to face the emotional issues. I'm so glad I have my therapist, my fabulous husband, and my amazingly supportive friends and family.

I feel like I'm preparing to climb a mountain: I know it will be long, hard, cold, exhausting, dangerous work. I'm going to slip. I'm going to feel like I've run out of air. Sometimes, I will hate myself for starting this journey at all. And then, someday in the next two years, I will hit the summit. I will look out from the top of the mountain and lose my breath at the beauty of it all. I will be scarred. I will have learned a lot. It will be worth it.

[Read more about my Lap-Band Journey at A Little Squeeze]

April 27, 2007

A Little Squeeze

I'm having Lap-Band surgery on Monday, April 30th. I have a blog about it, called A Little Squeeze.

I haven't really figured out what I'm doing having 2 blogs.

On one hand, I have read many WLS (weight loss surgery) blogs and they have helped me greatly in my personal decision about whether to have this surgery. I love reading the candidness, the struggles, the victories... and I have had a lot of trouble finding Lap-Band blogs that are current and/or have more than just a few entries. I want to be candid as well. I thought about making A Little Squeeze private and semi-anonymous, but, frankly, I'm just not smart enough to do that. I'd end up "outing" myself anyway, so better to just start on the up and up and let everyone in on it.

I will post here about weight loss and the Lap-Band, but I don't want my pink toes to turn into a weight-loss blog (which tend to not be very interesting unless you are losing weight. Marybeth is a fabulous exception to this generalization). Also, sometimes when I find a good WLS blog, I don't always want to read all the posts about everything besides just weight (like cats, their on-again-off-again boyfriend, and how much they love windsurfing). I'm afraid to bog down my pink toes with weight loss, and I don't want to clutter A Little Squeeze with all the stuff in my head that has nothing to do with weight.

So for now, I'm going to wing it. I'll have 2 blogs, and will probably do some cross-posting.

I do ask you, though - if you know me personally, please please please don't talk to me about A Little Squeeze. You're free to read it (like I could stop you, heh) and free to ask about the Band and everything, but please don't talk about the detailed stuff I put on there (like my exact weight, yeesh!). I'm going to be transparent, but at the same time ask you to pretend you don't know all this other stuff about me. Yeah, I know - real healthy. It's just where I'm at right now. Things will change.

I'm taking comfort in the fact that I'm able to take this one day at a time and just wing it for now. The perfectionist inside of me is screaming at me - demanding a spreadsheet of what goes in which blog and a timetable for integration. Well, that perfectionist is getting a big 'ol raspberry. I'm gonna just figure this one out as I go.

UPDATE: Tech-savvy husband got me a domain name and pointed it at my Blogger blog. He's so awesome - and so handsome! Anyway, thanks to Dave, you can now find me at www.alittlesqueeze.com Ooh - I'm so cool!

April 19, 2007

Writing About Faith

I'm working on writing more and developing my voice. I've also been writing a lot about my faith in Jesus and about my passions. Lydia from Emerging Women has started a blog for those writing about faith to share and solicit feedback. It's called, straightforwardly enough, Writing About Faith.

I put a link up there with my last essay in it. Please head over there and offer me some feedback, or give me some right here. You can leave it in the comments or email me at Leah AT mypinktoes DOT com.

Come join the writing community - I look forward to your feedback!

An Abundance of Bathwater

I have the privilege of writing for my church's enewsletter from time to time. Below is my latest effot.

John 10:10 I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.

Romans 5:3-5 And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.


An Abundance of Bathwater
By Leah Smith

Do you know what the overflow valve is in your bathtub? It’s a little hole that drains the extra water out of your tub if it rises above a certain level - like when you leave the faucet on too long, or swish around in the tub. The overflow valve is a safety mechanism, built right in. You put the water in, and if it gets too high – no worries! – the extra goes right down the drain and not over the edge of your tub. It’s nice. It creates a sense of balance – you can put so much in, but not too much – so your bets are hedged against a forgetful mind or a wayward knee.

I have found I don’t actually like to take baths – they are just not comfortable for me. I’m very tall, quite overweight, and have serious chronic pain problems. Sitting in a half-full, hard porcelain box is not soothing or relaxing. It is safe, but not rejuvenating in any way. It’s a difficult dance - deciding which body parts will be bare and cold, and which ones will be covered with warm water at any particular moment. It’s too exhausting.

Guess what I found out about bathtubs? For about 5 bucks, you can buy a plastic disc called a ‘drain subverter’ that covers up the overflow valve in your bathtub. As a result, you can fill your bathtub all the way up – enough to cover long limbs and ample bellies. Enough to enable you to have a full-fledged SOAK.

I have spent a lot of time trying to replicate an overflow-valve-type of mechanism for my life – I wanted to be able to exert just the right amount of energy, to not make waves, to not make a mess, so that things would feel safe and consistent. I thought I was searching for balance. I thought it would bring me peace. Instead, I have felt empty and restless in this pursuit.

In my search for this overflow drain-like “balance” in my life, I have discovered that God’s love and God’s Spirit in its true form can’t be contained, either. Living the abundant life, full of Jesus’s love, is like bathing in a tub with one of those plastic drain subverters. His love keeps flowing and flowing and can’t be contained. It spills out of us, leaking from our weakest places, splashing up and over the top of our hearts.

We often try to invent our own “overflow valves”, consciously or unconsciously, to avoid dealing with the dangerous thrill of God’s abundant love. We try to box God into a specific time period (like Sundays, or during our quiet times, or just during a formal prayer), or into a particular personality (wrathful, or judgmental, or benignly detached from the details of our lives).

Sometimes we create these ‘overflow valves’ out of fear. I’ve lived with a mediocre ‘bathtub’ experience for far too long because I’ve been afraid of letting the Spirit overflow in me. What will happen when I can’t contain it? When I can’t have control over what’s happening next?

The answers have been surprising for me: letting God’s love over flow into my life has been so healing. Yes, it’s messy – but it is glorious.

I’m no longer serving out of duty – meting out my ‘bathwater’, as it were, for the various things that I want to do or feel I need to do - seeking that elusive balance. Instead, I am discovering - and believing for the first time - that God created me with specific talents and passions that He WANTS me to discover, develop, and use. These passions I have bubbling up inside are from HIM and are part of this abundant life. They come from being filled to overflowing with the love of Jesus.

With the regular bathtub overflow valve, I can leave the bathroom and forget I left the water on. I can move however I want to in the tub and be sure I won’t make a mess. But I’m missing out on the amazing pleasure of reveling in a full tub of water.

With the drain subverter on, I have to pay attention. I have to be near the flowing water, watching where it is going. If I move in the tub, I AM going to make waves. The water IS going to spill over. There is no way around it. Subverting the overflow on your bathtub is NOT safe. You’re likely to end up with a mess all over the bathroom. But what a glorious, warm, bubbly mess!

What will I choose? To play it safe with the overflow valves? Or to go for it in the full tub – to go for the abundant life?

It’s still a battle to keep that drain subverter on. Some days I feel like I don’t deserve this luxury – that I’m kidding myself that God actually loves me this much and wants to pour himself into me. Some days I have to make a conscious choice to keep that subverter on. Some days I lose the battle and take it off. But I keep coming back to the amazing experience of the abundant life. Now that I have tasted it, I can’t go back to my old life of contained bathwater with safe and artificial balance.

I pray for you that you will find the courage to find God in the glorious mess that is created when you put a ‘drain subverter’ on. Bathe in the wonder of God’s abundant love for you. May you feel awash in the Spirit. May you feel secure in the amazing love of Jesus.

April 16, 2007

Overheard at Bedtime

Henry: Daddy, I need some goodnight kisses
Daddy: But I just gave you a bunch of goodnight kisses
Henry: Yes, but I didn't feel any water

April 12, 2007

Sometimes MT is not very smart

I LOVE Movable Type, but am having a heckuva time with comments: spam about hydrocodone and Vi@gr@ cheep get through the comment filtering immediately and are automatically posted on my blog. And then comments from real people are often junked.

I just tried to leave a comment ON MY OWN BLOG and MT junked it. I'm starting to wonder what exactly their comment filtering does. Maybe it's just based on a random number generator...

April 10, 2007

Crackle. Pop.

My complexion is dry, dry, dry as a [insert your own old, tired simile here]. So dry, in fact, that I have to special order gooey, dewy, moisturizers. If I try to put apply my foundation without these emollients, by 10 am my face looks as cracked as a Renaissance fresco.

Apparently, all moisture in my face gravitates toward a few spots at a time, like black holes swallowing all nearby matter. This concentrated grease condenses into Japanese-monster-movie-sized zits. Zits so huge, that yesterday my two-year-old asked about them with great concern. Again.

If I use any anti-acne product, my skin reacts with vengeance - flaming out in even worse dryness, and adding a coverlet of small red dots all over my cheeks, making me look like an albino rhinoceros with measles.

Maybe this is the real reason I always get carded at the liquor store... the clerks must think I'm too young to have figured out how to TAKE CARE OF MY STUPID FACE BY NOW.

April 09, 2007

Sleep and Hope

As part of the continuing saga of My Health, I have been seeing a sleep specialist. Even though he seems to be obsessed with my weight and gender, I’ve gotten used to him and am going along with his theories for now.

Back in November, I had a sleep test. (An amusing and uncomfortable endeavor whereupon one tries to sleep while being hooked up to myriad wires, watched on camera, and listened to on speaker. Every time I got up to pee (at least 10 times…I need to write about my Bladder Issues...), the tech had to unplug all my wires from a central board that hung on my chest. With all the electronically conductive goo in my hair and wires emanating from all parts of my body, I looked like Darth Vader’s eccentric aunt Medusa. I slept about as well as one might expect under the circumstances: hardly at all.)The small amount of actual sleep data that we were able to gather from that night indicated that I probably suffer from PLMD (Periodic Limb Movement Disorder). This means my legs twitch involuntarily about once every 40 seconds in bunches of at least five incidences an hour. Dr. Sleep thinks treading the PLMD would help alleviate some of the crushing fatigue I feel many days (and felt every day last year). So I’ve been on meds and last month finally got up to the dose he was aiming for.

This last month, I have had more energy and less fatigue than I’ve felt in a long time. Frustratingly, this extra energy is addictive, and often tries to convince me that I don’t really have anything wrong with me and just am really really lazy sometimes, but that’s a big enough topic for its own post…or two…or three…

Anyway, I ran out of my new medicine last night and only had enough for a ½ dose. Today I was greeted by a wall of bone-crushing fatigue and waves of debilitating pain. Coincidence? I don’t know. It’s encouraging to think that treating the PLMD could have such a beneficial effect. Unfortunately, after 17 years of seeking treatments, I am skeptical.

I see Dr. Sleep and his somnambulant nurse tomorrow. We’ll see if he thinks today’s fatigue and pain was coincidental (I have probably been over-doing it lately, and also feel I’m “due” for a flare), or related.

Paul says that Hope comes after Suffering, Perseverance, and Character. Sometimes it takes everything I have to try just one more thing, to endure one more doctor/specialist’s set of questions, but I persevere. Hope in God doesn’t disappoint, but sometimes the rubber-meets-the-road faith and hope work is hard work indeed.


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p.s. As I was crafting this post, my brother IMed me to let me know one of his best friend’s wives has leukemia. She, like me, has two small children. I am continually reminded that even though My Health sometimes consumes me, there are many more acute and frightening possibilities. My Health Issues sometimes prevent me from playing with and enjoying my children, but it does not have the fatal forecast of robbing me of them entirely. A sobering reality.

April 08, 2007

TMI?

Ahh...the signs of spring:
listening to the birds sing, watching the cherry trees blossom, and eating black jelly beans until my poop turns green!

April 03, 2007

Bumblebee

My head is buzz buzz buzzing with all sorts of ideas. Things have been quiet here on the blog, but my head is a busy place! I've had some great conversations over the last 2 weeks (4 significant conversations in 2 weeks - mom-brain overload!) that have me thinking and drafting and writing. Most of it is too unformed to share just yet, but I'm excited about all the ideas.

One of the highlights was meeting Jen of The Pile I'm Standing In and Jenny of wickedweaving. I love these women and what they do. I'm so excited by the conversations I've had with both of them - meeting them in real life felt more like connecting with an old college friend than like meeting someone for the first time. I feel like they are helping me on the passionate path and are helping me find my voice.

Another exciting development was meeting with people from my church about vision and ideas. I am so encouraged and excited by those conversations - finding there's much more room there for dialogue than I thought. I have so many things about this that I need to get on paper, but every attempt so far has either ended up very flat, or has gone someplace else entirely. You know how sometimes you sit down to write a certain thing and it ends up something totally else? There's a great part in Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell where Lady Pole keeps trying to tell people she's enchanted, but always ends up telling a long story about teakettles, or digging gardens. She is bewitched and is unable to say what she wants. It feels a bit like that.

Hopefully I'll have more to say here soon. I wish I had all the time in the world to write. Sadly, I have small chunks inbetween my real-life duties. I also continue to be amazed how difficult the writing process is - long, hard, inefficient work. My husband has been amazingly generous with his time, to give me so much time lately. He also told me an encouraging story about how some people found a bunch of Hemingway's drafts and they were pretty crappy too.

I'm eager to get some of this buzzing out of my head and onto the page.