Heather E.
Whoa!!! I've got a date!!
Jan 14, 2010
Sara from Dr. Foote's office called me today and we scheduled my surgery and my pre-op appointments! What a thrilling day, to say the least. My first pre-op appointment is Monday, Feb. 8th at 8:15 am [yikes, that's gonna be a really early drive - hope the weather is cooperative!] - she said that one will last three or four hours. Then on Friday, Feb. 19th at 10:30 am, I will be meeting with the PA to see how I'm doing on the pre-op liquid diet and to get some labs done. And then [drumroll, please!], on Tuesday, Feb. 23rd at 10:00 am, I will be having my DS!!!!The emotions I'm feeling right now are so all over the place, it's crazy. I'm freakin' ecstatic...can't wait to start my new life. I am a bit scared...the last time I had surgery was when I had my tonsils out when I was in 2nd grade...so roughly THIRTY years ago LOL. I am glad that I chose to wait to have surgery at the end of February just so I have time to get some stuff done, like buying the rest of my vitamins, getting my taxes done and filed, cleaning and organizing my house, getting my nephew lined up to stay here while I'm in surgery to take care of Ian and the pets... there's lots of stuff to do and lots of stuff that I couldn't do until I actually got approved and scheduled my DS. I got the ball rolling on my STD stuff today, so that's one less thing I'm going to have to worry about.
I would love to say that my family is going to be super-supportive, but I don't see that happening. I texted my sister tonight to tell her my surgery date, and her response was, "Ok...do you want/need me to be there?" What the hell kind of response is that?!?!? I'm your *ONLY* freakin' sibling, for God's sake!!! I drove like a bat out of hell for two and a half hours back in September when she had her emergency C-section. I didn't even call my mom yet to tell her the date...after the way she was talking the other night when I told her that I finally got approved, I just wasn't in the mood to put up with more of her BS. My immediate family [my mom, dad, and sister] DO NOT have weight issues, have NEVER HAD weight issues. They just don't get why I want surgery. They don't understand the threat of diabetes or heart disease...the pain of osteoarthritis...the mental anguish of a lifetime of being the fat one. I don't expect them to understand, I just wish they would at least try to empathize. OH WELL.
At least I have some completely awesome friends who have even said that they will drive me to and from the hospital should I need it. What more could I ask for? I heart them.
