Ghirardelli has a new nickname, socks on hocks. The poor boy is struggling to hold on to his dignity. He has always had little bald spots on his heels from poor breeding. From running like a maniac on the carpet he irritated the spots and made them all red. I was concerned they might get infected so I started to research how to help. I put layers of blankets down in his room with soft fleece on top. He gets bag balm, an intense moisturizer to the spots daily to keep them soft and protected a bit. When they are red I put Neosporin and A&D cream on them then cover with socks. I use newborn baby socks and lightly hold in place with vet wrap. The key is to make sure it is not too tight and impeding circulation. At first he was not thrilled with the process, but he has learned that socks equal freedom and a cheerio, so he puts up with it. His feet have healed up so now he just has to wear his socks when he’s ripping around the house, usually with Andre.
Getting cream and socks on:
What have you done to my feet?
Time to RUN!!!!!
Now I’m used to my socks.
I hated how I looked so much that I would make goofy faces for the camera if I couldn’t avoid them all together.
In 2010 I hit my highest recorded weight of 339. There are very few pictures of my from the past several years. I was too ashamed and embarrassed by how I looked to want to have any pictures. My pain levels were constantly high and I didn’t like to exercise. The more active I was the more pain I had, what fun is that? I can see in my face in the picture below that even just giving the cat a bath wore me out.
I was in Paris for work for a week. Only one picture of me to prove I was there.
Visiting Collin on his first birthday when he had back surgery.
Joshua had a chess tournament in the city.
Working on bonding Cinderella and Rebecca.
The last Cephalon Christmas party, 2011.
I started the process to have gastric bypass in November 2011. I weighed in at 322.
Flower show 2012.
Therapy rabbit visits 2012.
I had gastric bypass on March 28, 2012. Five little marks that changed my life. After three weeks of an all liquid diet I weighed 295. The surgery went well and I was up walking the same day. I spent two nights at the hospital before I could safely drink liquids and go home. It was three weeks of recovery before I went back to work. I spent my days healing and starting to exercise again. I had to start off walking just 100 yards at a time then getting a little longer each day. I slowly built up my activity levels.
Here I am setting up the new turtle tank in April. Joshua put all the rocks and dirt in because I couldn’t lift them yet.
By May, I was able to walk around the park with the rabbits. Activity became so much easier as my pain levels went down. I was shocked that surgery didn’t create a fibromyalgia flare. Instead, I started to lose weight and was able to move joyfully. I expanded into water aerobics and strength training. I began walking during my lunch break since I didn’t feel like sitting around talking and shoveling food into my mouth. Now if I don’t get my mid-day walk I get irritable and can’t sit still. I still don’t feel like I”m a big exercise fan, but more of a person who enjoys activities.