When it's Hamburger Helper.
Trying to disguise the ground beef, I buried it in Hamburger Helper last night. It came up several times during the night and there is still some sitting in my pouch even this morning. I don't feel ill at all, it's just stuck. If you've had a gastric bypass, then you know what I mean.
My pouch is the size of a baseball or so now. It started out the size of a shot glass. There are two places something can get stuck - going in and going out. Going in is tighter than it was naturally because of the surgery. Going out, is heading into the intestines. When something gets stuck, it just sits there, the stomach pulsating every once in awhile, trying to "swallow" the food that is stuck there. It is like a goose being fattened for its liver... the neck gulping, gulping, gulping more until it finally is able to get more down.
No more Hamburger Helper. There has to be a better way to get beef protein in than that.
Off to the Endo - "Arm-oured" with information and a powerful strength to get what I deserve to feel great! Imagine me, a Jew woman who hasn't had pork in 28 years, asking for a dessicated pork product. Now that's purpose!