DesVan
I really want this surgery August 29, 2007
Aug 29, 2007
I am so ready for this surgery. Right now I'm waiting on my husband to be officially retired from the Navy in 2 days. That is when my doctor changes and I don't have to go to the doctor on the Navy base anymore. The first thing I'm going to do is get an appointment with my new doctor and get a referral for gastric bypass surgery. I have checked into it twice before, sadly enough I didn't feel I could miss work to go to all of the required appointments. I have a home daycare and I don't have anyone else that can stay with the daycare children. However, there comes a time where you have to put your health first. Now is that time. Also, the doctor I saw the second time I went for a consult was rude and horrible. The friend that went with me still talks about him. He has since been let go. Not only did he have a terrible bedside manner, he told me I was too fat for the surgery. He then told me maybe they could work with me but I was really too fat for it. I won't let anything get in my way this time. I am tired of being like this. I miss the old me. I've gained over 250 pounds in the past 15 years. I used to THINK I was fat, I look at pictures and realize how I wasn't fat at all. Back then I lived. I would love to enjoy walking again because I enjoy it, not because I have to get from point A to point B, to go to the beach and not feel like a creature. To play frisbee with my kids or a game of hoops (I can shoot baskets now but don't move so well otherwise.) I work with young children and don't move around near as well as I would like to. Getting up and down off of the floor takes alot of effort. I'm always sweating anymore. My left foot hurts really bad when I stand on it and when I walk. My back hurts after I get any type of exercise. I could go on and on with my lists of problems I have being this way. It's not fair to my family. It's not fair to my husband and children or anyone else who loves me. I know it's not easy to see me so miserable. Everyone automatically checks to see if I can sit in the chairs when we go places, they know I can't fit into chairs with handles, I can barely fit into booths. I have been in vehicles where the seat belt wouldn't fit me. Provisions always need to be made for me. I can't fly on a plane. I haven't flown since I flew back from Puerto Rico in January of 1991. I haven't seen my father since 1992 because I'm too ashamed. I really want to see him. I know it hurts my mother to see me like this. I will close for now, I'm excited about my journey and anxious to get the rest of my life started!! 
