Come on Eileen...

Apr 18, 2010

or rather, come and call me Rachelle from surgery!  (Go ahead, sing it to the tune, it works!<---and yes, I know what a big dork this makes me.  It's a chance I'm willing to take) Waiting really is the hardest part, huh?  I mean, I am absolutely, certifiably as anxious as I think any one person can be right now.  WHY DOES THIS HAVE TO TAKE SO LONG?  When I think about the whole injustice of practically begging the insurance for a life-saving surgery, it makes me one hot momma...so I try not to think about it too often.  But every once in awhile, my active (thank goodness something is!) little mind will wander, and I find myself in a fightin' frame of mind.  Or maybe I'm hungry.  I get those feelings all confused (totally, totally kidding...kind of).

I went to see the dietitian on Wednesday.  I think I have literally ate appetizers bigger than this little thing.  I mean, I am not a small woman.  Obviously, I am fat, but I am also 6' tall.  This little lady was MAYBE 5'.   With her heels.  And I swear to you she may have weighed 90 lbs.  I am used to dwarfing most of my friends when we go places, but I am telling you, I have NEVER felt more like David and Goliath than walking down that hallway with that itty bitty lady.   By the way, you would think that the hospital would not make the really fat people of the world walk ALL THE WAY TO THE BACK of the hospital to meet with their tiny little dietitions...on the other hand, maybe that's why they are so tiny. The absurdity of me telling this person how much weight I wanted to lose (which was at LEAST double what she herself weighed) after my fat ass had walked all through the hospital and I was sweating like a stuck pig (OH, and after I had to ask for a fat chair since all they had were little skinny arm chairs in the office).....I just had to laugh.   What else can you do?  All that aside, she was really nice.  Once insurance approves this (notice I am saying once, not if...the power of positive thinking, right???) I have to meet with her again about 6-8 weeks out, or once I would start to transition back t real food. 

So, that's where we stand.  I am playing the waiting game, which I think I have mentioned before, I do not excel at.  We shall see how it goes.  Keep your fingers crossed for me, please, that it will go quickly and that I will receive good news!

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