My name is of no consequence. I am not anyone you would look at and want to befriend. I am repulsive to see. I was raised to believe that fat people were worthless, thank you for that daddy. Although I have never viewed others as such, only myself. I take 17 medications each day as well as insulin shots twice daily. In addition, I use oxygen 24/7. I am in a wheelchair and sleep in a recliner wearing a mask to make sure I continue to breathe. I weigh 500-600 pounds. Yeah I'm more than a little disgusting, I am aware of that. Don't feel sorry for me. I did this to myself I guess, right?
My doctor, good man that he is
, just prescribes another medication when I visit him. I remember his nurse just stared at me over and over again one day. I wanted to look back at her and say, "Shocking isn't it!" But I didn't though. My doctor even has a weight loss program I tried joining. I was refused because he told me only the surgery will help me, nothing conventional. I am poor and haven't got the money for that surgery. Medicaid won't approve it, even though my doctor told them that my health will continue to deteriorate without it. No money means no surgery means death is imminent. I want to live. For maybe the first time ever, I want to LIVE!
I have pretty much given up on the surgery due to finances. My husband has a small TV shop out of our apartment, but spends most of his time caring for me. How I hate that! The things he does for me. Who could ever love me so much?! Still I am so very thankful for him! I can't figure out how to eat. I get sick all the time because of the carbs. We can't afford to load up on meat and cheese.
I guess I am here to try something ... maybe for the last time. Just once more. I don't know if it will work. I didn't make it through the induction period, I guess you call it when I tried several years ago. Pasta and bread make me sick, due to my diabetes and pancreatitus. So I thought maybe this really might be the thing to help me.
*sigh*
If this is not the place you think I should be that is fine. Please don't be mean to me to relay that information. I am 42. I have never really even lived yet. I need help but I don't know where to turn. Is this finally the answer?
Thank you for listening,
dontlookatme
My doctor, good man that he is
, just prescribes another medication when I visit him. I remember his nurse just stared at me over and over again one day. I wanted to look back at her and say, "Shocking isn't it!" But I didn't though. My doctor even has a weight loss program I tried joining. I was refused because he told me only the surgery will help me, nothing conventional. I am poor and haven't got the money for that surgery. Medicaid won't approve it, even though my doctor told them that my health will continue to deteriorate without it. No money means no surgery means death is imminent. I want to live. For maybe the first time ever, I want to LIVE!I have pretty much given up on the surgery due to finances. My husband has a small TV shop out of our apartment, but spends most of his time caring for me. How I hate that! The things he does for me. Who could ever love me so much?! Still I am so very thankful for him! I can't figure out how to eat. I get sick all the time because of the carbs. We can't afford to load up on meat and cheese.
I guess I am here to try something ... maybe for the last time. Just once more. I don't know if it will work. I didn't make it through the induction period, I guess you call it when I tried several years ago. Pasta and bread make me sick, due to my diabetes and pancreatitus. So I thought maybe this really might be the thing to help me.
*sigh*
If this is not the place you think I should be that is fine. Please don't be mean to me to relay that information. I am 42. I have never really even lived yet. I need help but I don't know where to turn. Is this finally the answer?
Thank you for listening,
dontlookatme














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