My young brother, who is also the closest being in existence to me, did a Gastric By-Pass. Seriously, we’re too close we’re practically married and still going on our honey moon. Don’t be fool though by his humor and looks (cough cough weight), he’s the smartest person I know too… seriously, I should be his pet. He just took his bachelor’s degree in Mechanical engineering (the only one who graduated with honor if I may add), and I could never be more proud.
His weight though was always a problem, and I don’t blame him, the food here is heaven. But it affected his back too much that the only way to lose weight is by going through this procedure.
I was so scared for him that I was too nervous during the procedure, and when the doctor came and told us it went well, I cried. I really love him, the idea of him being on an operating table really scared me. But he’s out, and I think his sense of humor multiplied, I think the pain killer is still in his system. I hope he’ll get well soon, poor guy, only water and juice for his diet, so I’ll give him some time before I go back and start messing with him… After all, I’m his older brother, its in my job description.