I’ve jumped over my second hurdle! I am indeed in this race, and I am in it to win it!
Was quite stressed the whole day – didn’t get to do much work (I am trying to make up for it today, that is why I could only come and post now).
When I arrived, I had to fill in 3 sets of forms. The ins and outs of my history. Diet history. Of what I’ve done in the past. Conditions I am currently suffering from. Causes, perhaps. Family problems? All kinds of questions for the doctor to better understand my case.
And then I met him! And he impressed me immensely. He has lively eyes, that are soft and understanding. He made me feel welcome, and validated. He seemed impress by the fact that I’ve done a lot of research and know what he speaks about. He explained a few things of the operation itself and WHY it is important.
He also told me that it is more dangerous for me to NOT have this surgery, than actually getting it done.
It hit me against the head. That this kind man (and a bit unnerving, a little bit) is putting it to me like it is.
I am glad I chose him. I can see us walking side by side, on this journey of mine.
What happens next? His office ladies are making my necessary appointments (which will probably only be in January). For the following:
* Sleep study
* Gastroscopy (I don’t know how that’ll work, because I can’t even swallow a tablet – how am I going to swallow a camera?!)
* Abdominal scan
* Blood tests (for all kinds of things – like cholesterol, diabetes, etc)
So a few more hurdles in the race. Only at the start now. But at least I have begun!!
—- oh, another big thing. I have to stop smoking. Yep. I knew that was coming. It is ok. Although I love smoking, I think it is the fat girl that loves smoking. The skinny me won’t like it all that much. Because the skinny me won’t need that crutch anymore. Plus it stinks and is costing me a lot of money.
The fat girl will be very sad to see the cigarettes go. But that is her problem. Screw you, fat girl, you’ve made my life miserable. I don’t need you and your cigarettes anymore in any case. Stuff you, man.