Project Ramona: I Have NOT Al Rokered
1/14/2013 5:32:00 PM
Al Roker: ‘I pooped my pants’ during 2002 White House visit, ditched soiled underwear in bathroom and ‘went commando’
The biggest story about gastric bypass lately? The Al Roker White House poopy pants episode. Ever since the "Today" show weatherman told a "Dateline" medical correspondent about soiling his drawers during a visit to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, I've been on the defensive. Al admits that he probably ate something he had no business eating shortly after his weight loss surgery back in '02.
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His TMI interview has some believing that folks like me who've had the same procedure are just one tiny hiney eruption away from disaster. One Facebook friend left this advice on my wall after reading Al's story: "eat smart! don't shart!" I still want to know what the heck he ate?!?! Every patient doesn't "Al Roker" post-surgery. He must've violated commandment #1 in a big way. THOU SHALT FOLLOW THE DIRECTIONS OF YOUR DOCTOR AND DIETICIAN!
I have only had 3 uncomfortable days since my surgery last year:
1. Felt crappy (NOT literally "Al Roker" crappy) after eating some broccoli slaw a few months post-surgery. Lynn the dietician at Catawba Valley Medical Center told me that since the slaw is made from the super fibrous stem, it was just too much for my tiny tummy to handle so soon after my surgery. I had some nasty stomach cramps.
2. I blogged about the big pretzel that did me in. I ate about a third of a pretzel at a Panthers game and I cramped up. I called Lynn and she told me to drink some warm liquids. I sipped hot tea and got some relief.
3. I got carried away with some pinto beans. Lynn warned me to STOP EATING when I felt full. There was only about a tablespoon left. I thought, "sure I'm full, but this isn't enough to save so I'll just eat it." Mistake! Those beans came right back up. I didn't throw up. They just came up the same way they went down.
That's been the worst of it since my surgery. I HAVE NOT POOPED MY PANTS! If you found some untidy undies in the restroom at the station or at an event I attended, they DID NOT BELONG TO ME. I'm thankful that the "dumping syndrome" some folks experience when they go rogue with their fork hasn't happened to me… and I'm sure everyone around me is thankful too! BTW, Have I mentioned that I HAVE NOT POOPED MY PANTS!