kcericson
Seriously....
Apr 11, 2010
I can't stay off this freakin' website. It's become my crack...without the skinny side effects, though. Damn. I always pick the wrong thing. 
(OK, I am totally just kidding, and I am in no way making light of any drug use<---disclaimer. If I had a lawyer, I am sure he would have that in my notations. I'm just saying...)
Apparently, I am also a lover of the word SO. I read back over my last two blog posts. So this, and So that. Wowza. Sorry about that. Sometimes I lack the conversation filter from my mind to my fingers, and post it like I think it...I will try to work on that, but don't hold you breath.
I have been telling more people about my decision to have surgery, but I have yet to tell my parents what I have officially decided. I feel bad for not telling them, but I want to have all the appointments out of the way first. I know, I know, I am damn near thirty years old, and it shouldn't matter to me what they think, but it does. Dealing with fat is kind of a taboo subject it seems. I mean, we obviously all are, but for some reason, it's not spoken about too often. Not that everyone sits around the table and talks about how hard it is to tie their shoes anyway...oh, you know what I'm saying.
I am getting a lot of mixed responses when I tell people about my decision. I think it really shocks the socks off of them at first, and initially, it seems that they accept it, but then the questions start in, and it seems as though they are trying to talk me out of it. I tell them that this is what I have decided is best for me, and my husband supports me, end of story. It will be interesting to see reactions after I have the surgery. I have great friends, though, and I know that they will be supportive, I just honestly don't think it is really something that they have ever considered before.
So, (see, told you not to hold your breath!!) that's where things stand. I'm still fat, but now I'm a fat girl on a mission.
This will happen for me, and I will use it to live my life to it's fullest. I uploaded some pics today of my family...so now you can see why I want to be healthy and play with my super kids, and why I want to make out all the time with my hottie husband!
OK, for real now, I am not going to update again until after my appointments with the surgeon and the dietitian on Tuesday. But I will be lurking around the pages of OH. Don't you ever leave me, I will find you! (or, something to that effect.) Later Gators!!
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(OK, I am totally just kidding, and I am in no way making light of any drug use<---disclaimer. If I had a lawyer, I am sure he would have that in my notations. I'm just saying...)Apparently, I am also a lover of the word SO. I read back over my last two blog posts. So this, and So that. Wowza. Sorry about that. Sometimes I lack the conversation filter from my mind to my fingers, and post it like I think it...I will try to work on that, but don't hold you breath.
I have been telling more people about my decision to have surgery, but I have yet to tell my parents what I have officially decided. I feel bad for not telling them, but I want to have all the appointments out of the way first. I know, I know, I am damn near thirty years old, and it shouldn't matter to me what they think, but it does. Dealing with fat is kind of a taboo subject it seems. I mean, we obviously all are, but for some reason, it's not spoken about too often. Not that everyone sits around the table and talks about how hard it is to tie their shoes anyway...oh, you know what I'm saying.
I am getting a lot of mixed responses when I tell people about my decision. I think it really shocks the socks off of them at first, and initially, it seems that they accept it, but then the questions start in, and it seems as though they are trying to talk me out of it. I tell them that this is what I have decided is best for me, and my husband supports me, end of story. It will be interesting to see reactions after I have the surgery. I have great friends, though, and I know that they will be supportive, I just honestly don't think it is really something that they have ever considered before.
So, (see, told you not to hold your breath!!) that's where things stand. I'm still fat, but now I'm a fat girl on a mission.
This will happen for me, and I will use it to live my life to it's fullest. I uploaded some pics today of my family...so now you can see why I want to be healthy and play with my super kids, and why I want to make out all the time with my hottie husband!
OK, for real now, I am not going to update again until after my appointments with the surgeon and the dietitian on Tuesday. But I will be lurking around the pages of OH. Don't you ever leave me, I will find you! (or, something to that effect.) Later Gators!!
I am so sane!!
Apr 08, 2010
At least, that's what the lovely Leslie Alexander told me. She said that she could tell this was something that I have thought through, and that I answered all of her questions wonderfully. I really liked her, a lot. I think I am going to give her a call in the next couple of weeks and get some appointments set up with her to deal with all my "food issues", since I obviously didn't get into this position without some extra baggage! I know I have heard this a thousand and a half times, but for some reason, when we were talking about food, and I how I like it when I'm sad, and glad, and mad, and upside down on a pad, she asked me how I was going to handle losing my friend. What?? Food?? And then it hit me. Wow. Food is my friend? Are you freakin' kidding me? That warm, delicious, gooey grilled cheese sandwich (which combines many of my favorite food groups...bread (yes, please) cheese (oh yes, please) and butter (extra, please) ) is my friend? Oh crap, she's right. Damn. I haven't even written about my family with as much gusto and excitement as typing out the ingredients to the above sandwich. THIS IS GOING TO BE HARD!! Whatever will I do with myself if I don't have the ability to consult with my late night BFF Mr. Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream? I know...I will run with my kids! I will make out with my husband! And I will actually, positively, without a doubt sleep good (because that hasn't happened in a LONG time!) !
So, next Tuesday is the big meeting with Dr. Dunshee, and then after wards, I am off to see dietitian Rebbecca. Does it weird everyone else out to go see a dietitian? Maybe it's just me, and although I am really looking forward to talking about life as a post-op, I am not looking forward to rehashing my diet history and failures for the 1876th time. Anyhoo, I will probably not update anything until after the appointment, and at this point, I am relatively sure that I am the only one reading this anyway...so, goodnight self!
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So, next Tuesday is the big meeting with Dr. Dunshee, and then after wards, I am off to see dietitian Rebbecca. Does it weird everyone else out to go see a dietitian? Maybe it's just me, and although I am really looking forward to talking about life as a post-op, I am not looking forward to rehashing my diet history and failures for the 1876th time. Anyhoo, I will probably not update anything until after the appointment, and at this point, I am relatively sure that I am the only one reading this anyway...so, goodnight self!
And so it begins...
Apr 05, 2010
I sure hope that I can do a good job of keeping this updated. I know how much I like to read other profiles, and I want to be able to look back on my own journey and see how far I have come.
*Random thought...how come when I type far do my fingers always type fat first? hmmmm*
So, I went to the seminar required by Tallgrass Surgical Center on the second Saturday of February. After that point, I got in touch with my primary care physician to have him fax over the results of my sleep apnea test (which was horrid, BTW. I can't WAIT to freakin breathe on my own again at night) and his letter of recommendation. This took him more than three weeks. Seriously? Three weeks to write "Yes, she's fat, cut her open!" (OK, so not exactly, but close). Once I receive these letters, I make copies, get everything packed up in the envelope to be sent off, and then keep the damn thing in my purse for two weeks. No, I wasn't apprehensive, I just kept forgetting to go drop it off at the stupid mailbox. And, when I would remember it was in there, I was too lazy to get up off my fat butt to go do it.
So, finally, on March 25th, I mailed it in. I expected to hear back from the Dr. within a few weeks. I heard back from them on the 30th. They were scheduling my appointment for the 13th of April? Are you freaking kidding me?? The last time I visited one of the surgeons, it was almost two months before I could get in. Two weeks! Whooo-freakin-hooo!! Rachelle, the lady who called, I think she is the Bariatric Nurse, said my insurance would require me to have an appointment with a dietitian and also to get psychological clearance. OK, I though, there's the catch. So the same day I get the appointment set up with the surgeon, I call the dietitian, and leave a voice mail. Rachelle said she would send me a list of the psych providers by email, so I anxiously await that.
Thursday morning, I call to try and set up a psych appointment, but I have to leave messages again. Then, on Friday, (which was Good Friday) everything is closed, naturally. So, today, I decide to try another psych provider on the list. The receptionist was VERY nice, and told me she would have the Dr. call me back when she was out of the room with her patient. What?!?! The Dr. herself is going to call me? Weird. So anyway, I decided to then call the dietitian again, since I haven't heard back from them at this point. I call, and get right in to Rebecca, who says "What day is your appointment with your surgeon?" When I tell her the 13th at 10:45, she says "OK, how about coming in that afternoon at 1". No way! No month long waiting periods there, either? Wow.
An hour later, I get a phone call from Dr. Leslie. She asked me how I was, and was VERY personable on the phone. I told her that I was calling because I was in the process of submitting for WLS, and she said she would be happy to help me, and that she knew is was short notice, but that she had an appointment available tomorrow. Yes, I said TOMORROW. I already have this day off from work as my daughter has a preschool party tomorrow. Could this have worked out ANY better??? Holy cow.... She sounded so nice and supportive on the phone, I think that I would like to use her after the surgery, too, as I know that I will still have lots of issues that need to be worked out.
So, that's where I stand at this moment. One week from tomorrow, I should have all the visits done I need for the surgery. Hopefully insurance approves it, and we will start from there!!
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*Random thought...how come when I type far do my fingers always type fat first? hmmmm*
So, I went to the seminar required by Tallgrass Surgical Center on the second Saturday of February. After that point, I got in touch with my primary care physician to have him fax over the results of my sleep apnea test (which was horrid, BTW. I can't WAIT to freakin breathe on my own again at night) and his letter of recommendation. This took him more than three weeks. Seriously? Three weeks to write "Yes, she's fat, cut her open!" (OK, so not exactly, but close). Once I receive these letters, I make copies, get everything packed up in the envelope to be sent off, and then keep the damn thing in my purse for two weeks. No, I wasn't apprehensive, I just kept forgetting to go drop it off at the stupid mailbox. And, when I would remember it was in there, I was too lazy to get up off my fat butt to go do it.
So, finally, on March 25th, I mailed it in. I expected to hear back from the Dr. within a few weeks. I heard back from them on the 30th. They were scheduling my appointment for the 13th of April? Are you freaking kidding me?? The last time I visited one of the surgeons, it was almost two months before I could get in. Two weeks! Whooo-freakin-hooo!! Rachelle, the lady who called, I think she is the Bariatric Nurse, said my insurance would require me to have an appointment with a dietitian and also to get psychological clearance. OK, I though, there's the catch. So the same day I get the appointment set up with the surgeon, I call the dietitian, and leave a voice mail. Rachelle said she would send me a list of the psych providers by email, so I anxiously await that.
Thursday morning, I call to try and set up a psych appointment, but I have to leave messages again. Then, on Friday, (which was Good Friday) everything is closed, naturally. So, today, I decide to try another psych provider on the list. The receptionist was VERY nice, and told me she would have the Dr. call me back when she was out of the room with her patient. What?!?! The Dr. herself is going to call me? Weird. So anyway, I decided to then call the dietitian again, since I haven't heard back from them at this point. I call, and get right in to Rebecca, who says "What day is your appointment with your surgeon?" When I tell her the 13th at 10:45, she says "OK, how about coming in that afternoon at 1". No way! No month long waiting periods there, either? Wow.
An hour later, I get a phone call from Dr. Leslie. She asked me how I was, and was VERY personable on the phone. I told her that I was calling because I was in the process of submitting for WLS, and she said she would be happy to help me, and that she knew is was short notice, but that she had an appointment available tomorrow. Yes, I said TOMORROW. I already have this day off from work as my daughter has a preschool party tomorrow. Could this have worked out ANY better??? Holy cow.... She sounded so nice and supportive on the phone, I think that I would like to use her after the surgery, too, as I know that I will still have lots of issues that need to be worked out.
So, that's where I stand at this moment. One week from tomorrow, I should have all the visits done I need for the surgery. Hopefully insurance approves it, and we will start from there!!
