What a bloody 6 weeks!
I started a new contract, was just getting into the swing of things. My dad caught pneumonia, and was rushed into a&e, but after less than 24 hours discharged himself. Thankfully his Macmillan nurse convinced him to stay in the hospice, so off he went.
Four weeks ago I got a call from the hospice in work - his condition had deteriorated to the point they told me to go straight there.
Thankfully he astounded everyone by coming back from the brink - his favourite doctor calls him Lazarus! Getting to this point was possibly the most stressful thing I've ever been through, and I started having panic attacks. In a particularly bad one I hit my head when I passed out, and ended up in a&e myself. My doctor gave me some tablets for my blood pressure, but with the stress my band was so tight I couldn't get them down my neck!
I had my band emptied AGAIN, and things are much easier now. Sadly living in the hospice has had predictable results and I'm back over 20 stone.
My new contract had very tight timescales, so they've had to re-recruit. My dad is still in the hospice and there's no way I'm going back to work while he's still in there.
The good news is that things seem to be settling. My blood pressure has dropped, so my doc is gradually lowering the dose on my meds. The panic attacks have stopped, and best of all, my dad is doing so well they're talking about letting him go home at the end of next week. Hurrah!
I've risked a fill, so I'm at 6ml. So far, it seems to be ok, and I've started losing my regained weight.
It does worry me that my emotional reliance on food is still so strong. If my band were to be removed tomorrow I'd regain every ounce of weight I've lost, and that's a miserable thought. I'm just not sure yet what to do with that thought, and right now it's quite low on my list of stressy thoughts!
Hope you're all well and getting skinnier by the day x