a paper i wrote about my wls for school

i wrote this for my writing class, still in hs, tell me what u think The Day I Became a Loser "Mom, did you call the doctor yet?" "Yeah, Keri said she called today. But they didn't know yet and she got mad. She told them, she'd give them a week to give her an answer or else she'd turn them into the insurance commissioner, which is like the insurance police." Almost 2 years after thinking about having surgery, I got the news one Monday afternoon. "Nikki where are you? "I'm in here, what do u want?" "Keri called me at work today." "What'd she want?" "Your surgery is August 2." "Are you serious?!? Oh, my god! Finally! What else did she say?" "You have to go in at the end of the month to get a physical, which isn't that big of a deal. Then Monday is your surgery." That's the day when my life began to change, I would be going through a completely major surgery that kids my age, just didn't do. I was going to have gastric bypass surgery at the age of 17, 17!!!! When I was 15, my mom and I were watching 20/20. On there, there was two sisters, aged fairly young, were going to have gastric bypass surgery together. My mom and I thought about it and if it'd would be possible for me to have the surgery. The next time I went to the doctor, we just causally brought it up. Diet pills and diets in general were discussed, but the doctor felt the only real results would have to come from surgery. So I was referred to Dr. Rebchook. I only met him once or twice before surgery, tall middle-aged man. He's all business; "Hi and Bye" is pretty much all you got. Through the next few weeks I tried keeping myself busy to keep my mind off of things. I went with Ashlee on a 6 hour drive to the middle of nowhere in Wisconsin. Yeah I know right, middle of nowhere in Wisconsin, never! While I was gone I ate whatever I wanted. But as soon as I got back from that, I'd be having my physical and a few days later, surgery. I wasn't really nervous at all. All through the beginning, I just went with the flow. It never hit me that my life would change forever weeks from then. Even when I got up that Monday morning at 4, took my shower and got ready, that it didn't faze me. I sat in my hospital room, in a gown, with an IV, and heart monitors all hooked up to me, still not realizing that I was having gastric bypass. It had been so long since we first started talking about it. It didn't hit me till I walked down the long quite hallway of the hospital, past the nurse station, pass the waiting room, tv blaring, the registration desk, emergency room, and finally those solid steel double doors. "Do you want to say good-bye to your mom sweety? You'll see her in recovery." I turned to my mom and she was crying. That's when it hit me. I might not come out of surgery, you never know. It was so major and I didn't have a clue until I walked through those massive doors. I hugged and kissed my mom, told her I loved her, and that I'd see her in a few hours. I then proceeded to walk through the doors, into one of a few operating rooms. In there was a hand full of nurses I met prior to surgery at a consultation, and my doctor. I laid down on this mushy table, and they covered me with extremely warm blankets. One nurse put the "footboard" up, which they told me earlier at the consultation was for when surgery was occurring. They tip you down (standing up), so that all organs are in the proper areas. The sleepy medicine was put into my IV. I felt a warm sensation run through my body. Then, I felt them putting on the air casts to keep circulation in my legs. The last thing I remember was talking and laughing like nothing was happening. "Nikki, wake up, you've got flowers," as I slowly opened my eyes. Looking to my left I seen a single rose and to my right was my mom standing over me. That night, I was already walking. The nurses told me I was doing really well, considering most patients don't even make it out the door. I made it out the door and halfway down one of the hallways. Those four days in the hospital were literally hell. After a day, I could have food, which was gross. I couldn't wait to get out of there! After a day or so my back hurt so bad all the time from laying down. The surgical pain wasn't bad at all. I was afraid that I would be in tears because I'm such a baby when it comes to pain, but I wasn't. THANK GOD FOR PAINKILLERS! I had a fast recovery due to the help and support of my friends. Going into surgery, only some of my good friends, or of those who heard it from my mom knew about my surgery. Thanks mom. In the hospital, I received many flower bouquets and visitors. Thanks to Ashlee, Katie, Lindsay, and Brooke. Now, one month and twelve days post op, I'm feeling great! The doctors think I'm doing great too. I've now moved up to solid foods. Food was hard to eat at first, especially when you're not hungry and your stomach can hold about an ounce! I still have a problem with throwing up in certain cases; such if to many carbs are consumed at one meal. I've adapted to my new lifestyle, I may not like it, but it's working! I've lost 40+ pounds by now. It is such an emotional rollercoaster, that's what gets to me because you have so much running through your head. One night at supper I just broke down in tears because I couldn't eat, it wouldn't stay down. And it gets to you; when you're with your friends, and you can't eat what their eating, or they have to plan their meals around you. The biggest one is people looking at you different and then actually started to accept you just because you're a few pounds lighter. You can tell by looking at me, if you unfortunately have to look at me almost everyday, right Rashlee, that I've lost weight. I get some comments from friends or from those who have courage to say something to me. It's been a long 2 years but I've made it. I made it to the losing side. I'm losing pounds everyday, something I could never do and keep it off. Now hopefully I'll be able to be at a healthy weight. August 2, 2004 is the day I became a LOSER!

I GIVE YOU AN "A" FOR THIS PAPER YOU LITTLE LOSER YOU.

Thanks, i better get an A i think my paper is totally good, but were gonna tweek it so it'll be even better, but then again, im dealing with mrs. evans, shes picky, but thanks!

Nikki: Great paper. I think it is awesome that you are willing to share your story and I hope if there are other younger people out their in the same situation that you were in that they would benefit from your story as well. I only wish that I would have had the surgical option at age 17. I spent the first 30+ years of my life overweight and would trade that for anything. Continued success to you. Vicky

Great papers, just some minor grammatical stuff. Shout it to the hilltops, or the middle of Nowhere, Wisconsin I just tried to read your profile, and it's kinda difficult to read pink on pink. I give you lots of credit, and you are just lovely in your gown.

Great essay. I'd like to see another one in a year or 2 when you have been at your goal weight for a while. Congratulations and good luck.