18th

Jul 21, 2009

It seems to me that as of late the 18th of a month is generally a very good day for me.  I started my job on the 18th of December in 06, I got married on the 18th of October in 08, 18th of July, 2009 I got to call my family and friends to tell them I'm approved for my bariatric surgery which will take place on September... you guessed it... 18th, 2009. I'm not a person that looks too deeply into these things, but it's hard to not notice something like that. So here I am, just under two months out and I'm feeling every emotion I think I can possibly feel at this time.  I spoke with my surgeon, Dr. Inman's office this past Friday and they told me the good news.  The funny part of it all was I was just about to call them to see if  they had all of the information they needed to send to my insurance company.  Apparently they did and sent it off before I had the chance to check on it.  It seems like it has been so long since I started this process in the back of my mind i was sure I had been denied.  Turns out, on Friday I got two letters in the mail; one from the surgeon wishing me luck as they had sent my information off and the other from my insurance company approving my surgery.  The only explanation is that it was approved the day the insurance company got it.  This would all explain why when I received the phone call with my surgery date I replied, "Are you sure you have the right Stephanie Parker?"  

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