It appears I’ve fallen into a pit of depression of late. I’ve got a dehisced incision that will not heal, which is bothersome and worrisome. My dermatologist has gone “peace, OUT” and sent me to a wound care clinic. I’m not losing weight. The diet is worse than before the fucking surgery – count, count, count. All in all, not really what I was hoping for when I got the damn sleeve in the first place.
It’s been a month. I know, I know, PATIENCE, GRASSHOPPER. I expect too much, too soon. But it’s like slogging through molasses every single day. I get up, I take meds, I change the dressing, I avoid the scale, I count protein, I count water intake, I choke down food I don’t want, I take more meds, change the dressing, go to bed… A repetitive, endless cycle. I was walking on the treadmill, then I got skin tags removed on my inner thighs, so that’s been out since Tue. All this and not losing any weight is really getting me down.
The depression is sucking the life right out of me. This is a pretty deep low this time. I just want to sleep all the time. I don’t know what to do about it other than ride it out.
I hope that once the weight starts to come off, the depression will lift. If it doesn’t, I may have to go on celexa again for a time. THAT is how depressed I am.
Sucks.
That is all.