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Aug. 14th~
HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! (TOOT, TOOT!) LOL

Had my overnight sleep study last night, with the C-Pap...got to wake up this morning, on my birthday, with a plastic thing shoved up my nose...whoo-hoo, happy birthday...lol...lol
more later....

Aug.9th  & 10th~
What's up with that dang phone...Rings again today (lol)
It's my son..He tells me he is offically moving out....can you repeat that please? Yes, I am moving out...  found a place to stay...OMG!!!!!!!! Can we do the jig!!!!! I felt the flames of my heartbrun instantly go on simmer instead of full rolling boil....ahhhhhhhhh.................OMG! Can you speLl relief...lmao!
Really though, he has put me through hell and then some.
I love him to pieces, I want the very best for him, but i couldnt take it anymore. I told him he had to find someone else, because i couldnt have his toxic attitude around me and try to get my health in order.
He hasnt even spent the night here at home for a month, but certainly felt like with all of his pop in's that include at least one rant and one dis to me, and a beg for money just for good measure. This news was the best in days........ Sucks for him, but great for me and hubby. It may sound harsh, but you just have no idea. I took him back in, after him leaving home at 17 and blaming me for not letting him be himself, he came back as , what i thought was my son that needed help, but it was more like he came back as something very black, dark, angry and someone had to pay type of person. Wasnt ever sure of exactly where my son went, but i kept praying and trying to help him.
He couldnt follow my rules, and as soon as he graduated, he got worse...Ok, Thanks, after i spent hundreds of $$$$$$$$$$$$ to fix his front tooth that was broke when he arrives, get him new glasses that he hadnt had in quite a while, that of course his father wouldnt buy him them while he stayed there, throw him 2 open house graduation parties....get him a car, insurance, and drive him back and forth to a job till he got the car, or when it had a hiccup....
He turns around and calls me names, tells me his life is crap, he had a bad childhood, blah, blah...Ummm, NO!

He asks me if i will use the truck and help him move..YES!!! ( More than eager for my own selfish reasons i guess) Just want him out!!!
So, they load the truck, we finally get going, then he asks, oh, before we go, can you give my money for smokes...Ummm, NO!
Your the one who lost his job. I am not supporting your habit...no one supported mine when i smoked...Begging, begging, more begging..NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So we get there, ( his friends parents place...rolling my eyes here...lol) They unload, him and his friend and thier was a 40 something yr old guy there they call uncle whoever, and he is trying to break into the house cuz he left his smokes in there and this kids mother wasnt there...so he broke into the vehicle just to find cig butts...now trying to break into a window...so the boys go help him...geeezzz, ok, I call my son, come and unload this truckj, cuz i have to go ...well, FINALLY, they did, but i was already nervous and just wanted to go ...My son starts bugging me again for money for smokes...I rattled him off a list of jobs i had seen in the paper and headed for the truck door, i no sooner open it, and here is the 2 boys, and the adult male off to the side just a ways...and my son and this other boy, both look at each other and they all of a sudden hold the door and get in the way so i cant get in.....i tried to stay calm, and show no fear, but i tell you what, i was shaking inside. Here is me, in a dress, and 3 males....and none of them have jobs, money, or smokes..and God only knows what else they do, and they want money...YIKES!!!!!!! I acted calm and can be, even threw in a little humor, just to throw them off guard, like thier tacts werent working, and my son turned around for a minute, and i yanked the door out of the other boys hand and got in and locked it....i started to roll up the window...older work truck, so it had a manual crank...couldt hardly even bend that far plus breath, so i chose the cranking instead and just held my breath...the boy tried to put his hands in the remaining open window and push it down and yelled at my son, which turned around and smacked his hands against the window just as i got it all rolled it up. my son started  hollering at me...telling me he would rip this fricking door off the truck, i started the truck, and he turned away, then turned back and he had in his vampire teeth in....that i had seen on him one day while he lived here and told him, no way!!!!! EVER, let me see those in this house again....So, here he was , so trying intimadate me , and be rebellious, he knows that crap scares me, so he used it....Can you beleive that? He turned around with these vampire teeth in, and he hissed at me through the window...I could just cry as i write it.....i am still just appalled....disappointed, pissed to the max, hurt, angry....He clung to the truck as i tried to peel away...i stoped, and just glared at him, till he got off, ...then i drove off calmly.....but i couldnt seem to get out of there fast enough..........i was so frigthened...so confused...really, actually , i felt devastated....Also, pissed at myself for letting my own kid intimadate me like that...GRRRRRRRRRR.....But i cant help it, it was scary and so very upsetting.
I am glad he is gone, even though he is not in a good place, but i have given all i could give. He has to learn to make it on his own now. I have to now, more that ever, bring on the tough love....NO MORE NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!
I tried so hard. I didnt give in to all his demands. I did help when i could, and when i seen he was taking advantage, i stopped and made him do more..Earn it, instead of helping, after he lost his job...For example, clean the garage, then you can have all the pop cans sitting out there...well, he did it, and got gas for his car, but wasted it on running instead of finding a job...
After his display on this day, i felt like, that was the last straw for me...Then 3 days later he shows up at the door like nothing happened....I asked, what do you want? He said he left a few things. I said, yes, i noticed, get them and then get...He acted like he wanted to talk, he said, it wasnt going good where he was already and i said, oh well, good luck..he justy looked at me. I said, make some good descisions with your life. You can do it, your smart. He says i know, but.....Yeah, but i have a few things i would like to tell you, and went on about the incident the other day. I didnt yell, i just said, that was way over the line, i didnt appreciate it, and dont expect me to do anymore for you. Of course, he said, oh yes, here it comes, eveytime i come here, i just get a lecture...Ummm, thats because you disrespect me...I know, how about this...dont come over then! He left....I will contine to pray. ( tears) Stiil after all that, you look at them , and it is still your son, no matter how much hell they put you through....Hardest thing of my life....

Aug. 7th~
Ring ring! Is this Betheny? Yes it is. Hi this is blah, blah, calling about your blood test. All of them came fine except one. Ok, what one? Well, turns out you have an under active thyroid....and that means? Well your Dr wants to put you on this medication...we will call that in for you. Ok, but can you expalin what it is? She said, yeah, its a hormone, it makes you tried, and makes you gain weight...I said, I already have that problem..... i dont want that pill!!!!!!!! She said, Oh, no I meant thats what under active thyroid means...The pill should make you feel better.........(blowing air out...wheeewww....) WTH?

Certainly not enough details there...ok, like always, instead of my dr. explaining crap, I will go search on the internet. THANK YOU GOD FOR THE INTERNET!!! What would I do without it.
Finally understand just what it is i have , and now I am totally pissed , because i have had physical after physicall with my current PCP and he has never checked for this.. WTH again?
It seems to me that would be a common one to check for in an overweight, cant lose weight, depressed, foggy minded person, who comes in every single year with this same list of complaints...For pete's sake!!
That was the last straw, as soon as my insurance says approved, I am so done with Dr. He has failed itme and time again. I am the one trying to keep up with all the medcial bills, and for someone to keep dropping the ball on my care..well, Thats it! Your Fired!!!!...lol
Geez, instead of this becoming my journey, i think it is more like my reLease valve or whatever...lol...Guess it is better to get my frustrations out rather than stuff them down...Ok then! Thanks for the permission...lol..
No, I am not nuts, just off the wall humor. Ha...

Aug. 8th~
Got a call...Yes, this is the sleep center...Yeah, you have sleep apenea, and you have to come back and have anothner test done with the C-Pap machine...Yay, frickin great...blah...They said it was about another month wait...Um, no!
Called for the appointment...She said, we are looking at a month out. I said, I will take the VERY FIRST Cancellation..She said, well, we have one this Sunday night at , "I'll take it!!!!!!!!!
Even though that means I have to wake up in the hospital on my Birthday...Oh well! At least i will be glad to wake up...lol

Feeling kind of blue though. You get all of this test done, and it makes you realize you are sick. I mean, not just on a insurance paper, or a list of co-morbidities....it is really you , and you are sick. I think maybe i have a problem with reality...My hubby always tells me to take off my rose colored glasses. I say, No, I like them...umpfh!
Well, i think they need a re-tint after all these tests....lol...
Hard to not feel sick...hard to deal with all of these issues, i didnt know i had. I knew i was feeling worse, i knew i had to do something, i knew my mobility was less and less, but i guess when they put a name to it, or a label on it, it brings it out of hiding.
Makes me even happier to headed for the surgery route, knowing full well, i really have no other choice, if i want a chance to get healthy...So, on with the journey!

Aug. 3rd~2006
Yayayayayay!!! Had my consult with the surgeon. It was like a 3 hour appointment, and I couldnt figure out just what the heck they would be doing for 3 hours???? Well, it went faster than I thought it would. Weighed, blood pressure, etc, with nurse...then she took my picture..I looked a little puzzled at first, then i said, "Is this my before picture?" She said yes! Well, i felt funny right then and there. It felt, ok, yes, this is real. I think i had just been going through whatever steps i needed to take, and i have been mostly thinking og my health issues, and this is the "ONLY" answer for me. I really KNOW there is no other chocie for me, but her taking the picture hit me like, OMG!!! You mean, really, we will see "ME"..."ME"????????? "ME"? It is me, that "WILL" look different at some point???????? Guess it was the first time i felt that, well, maybe i will....I wonder if anyone else felt it was so hard to wrap your mind around even the possibility of being a way smaller size. Of course, i havent always weighed this much, but it sure seems like a long time since i was even back down that 100 pds. i gained since i quit smoking....I have always been heavy. I have no idea what it would even begin to feel like to be a normal size person....let alone just lose this last 100 pds i put on....But to maybe go even further? to look so different that I am getting a before picture? That seemed to stick out the most of the appointment..lol...weird huh?
Everyone seems so very excited about wearing a smaller size...it just seems furthest from my mind right now, because ahead of me is a very hard road, and an emotional one at best, and i so very much need to get some of these health issues crossed off my list, and get some of mobility back , before it feels like i can be excited. I just feel like I am in a must do mode....I just feel very serious ( which is usually not me at all...lol) Maybe I am just trying to stay focused, just going to try and get it right, just getting geared up for the fight of my life.
Ok, enuff about that...hard to express my feelings, so i tend to go on and on...lol
Anyway, had about a 45 minute slide ppesentation with the surgeon, got to ask questions. There were 3 of us in there. Each person only had 1 question each, i had my list, and started firing away...lol....He seeme to be a very caring person, and was very anxious to see his patients get on the road to better. I liked him. He seemed  alert to all the details.
Scheduled all the rest of my appointments. I have to have a scope, because i think I have a hital hernia, plus i have had heartburn alot lately, because of the stress with my son.
They Scheduled  me for the heart test. I have to have the injection induced one. Kind of nervous about that, but wont it feel good to get that all checked out after worrying about my heart for years and years.
Got the remainder of my blood test done....even though my PCP supoossedly had them all ordered at the time of physcila, so i would only have to get poked once, they said...Ummm, no...they had a frickin list still yet to complete....

Also saw the nutrtionist today.
That went ok. I already eat all of that food like she suggested..We had to take a sample of what we eat, for a 3 day period, so i made sure to keep track, and took it in, she said, "Oh well, you arent going to have any problems getting in your protein at all . You already eat good" Ok, Yyayayay! Just what I was thinking. Nice to hear someone agree. (smile) Ching, Ching! $120.00 please! Geez.

Got the letter that the Dr. from the Psych eval sent to the surgeons office. I couldnt wait to read it, to see what someone thought of me, once i spilled out my guts to this total stranger about very personal stuff, that hardly anyone else knows in my life, and  how she summed it all up...lol...well, her pen was going 9- miles an hour to keep up with my mouth, and i have to say, she must have excelled in speed writing class, cuz she got a whole bunch of almost my exact words. Geez. She got a few things wrong, but it turned out it looked better for insurance purposes...lol...so hey, not that i need anymore things wrong...lol, but what stuck out most from her letter was she said, Betheny is an attractive woman................????????????????? Stopped me in my tracks..Who me? Just weird to hear i guess. I have always heard, "Oh you have such a pretty face" or "You would be so cute if you just lost some weight"...Geez!!!!!!!!!!!! I would think , why cant i be pretty now???  People wonder how some of us stay fat...Huumm, i wonder? No self esteem due to negitive ,  repeated comments during formidable child years? Nah, that couldnt be it...

July 31st 2006
THE TEEN!!!!!!!!!! UGH!!!!!!!!!!!

I thought i would copy a few of the post's that i wrote recently, because it is just part of my current struggle/stress. It doesnt really have to do with my surgery persay, but my councelor did recommend that i get this stressful situation out of home before i go for surgery, or she said, i should cancel it...NOooooooo!!!
Well, here is my post, and then i will add from there:

..My son, 18, have about 7 pierceings thru his face, big gauged ears, a red mohawk, and whatever else he decides to embellish with.. 
BUT, HE just had a great job, full time , plus overtime, just out of highschool...Making $425 a week ( gross) the boss could care less what he looks like,(bonus) and he blows it by missing too much time, cuz he wants to hang out with his 15 yr friends who arent even thinking about responsibilities yet....YIKES!!!!!
I cant seem to get him to grow up at all...
He has very few rules here...you must have a job, you must respect me and not holler at me, quit using such vulgar language while in this house, and let me know if you are not coming home at night...So far, NOT GOOD!!! He has crossed the line on every single one and then some...I had to tell him to find somewhere else to go before the end of summer was over, because i didnt want or need the stress, especially with surgery coming up...He has been gone for 2 weeks now, acting like he was kicked out on the spot...just floating around from place to place...then he loses his job, goes out and blows his last paycheck, or $350 on more fashion crap, then calls me and tells me his is deseparate and needs money...After hearing the whole story, I told him no....He really didnt want my help at all...He only wanted my cash. As soon as I said no, he started in with his yelling crap, then hung up on me...   He called back later and dared even asked me if i had changed my mind on the cash...HELLO!!! You just hung up on me...I told him where to go get an immediate job...he said, are you going to help me or not? I said, I just did..He said, ok, well, you have fun attending my funeral then...click..........Talk about mad!!!!!
. i guess i had to get that off my chest...wheeeww.....Sheessshhh, I cant beleive how hurtful kids can be...Glad I am at this end of the raising part....I always wondered if i would actually survive it...lol...lol...
Thanks for listening to my ramble...Taking a deep breath now

 The stress is so VERY overwhemling... Especially since i took him back him just this past March, after he left home at 17, cuz he said, i was holding him back from being himself....  as soon as he got out of school last year...I took him back, fixed his broken tooth, got him glasses , did his graduation ( a miracle in itself, but thankful for)  openhouse, helped him get a car and insurance, so he could start off in the world......and then he turns around and does this crap...Him and my Hubby ( His step father) Really dont even speak. Long story, but we discuss strategies in private, and i pretty much just deal with my son...But boy, like those commercials on TV...Give that man a Klondike bar...lol...Cuz he sure has been patient with a lot fo stuff re-guarding my teens.

Anyway, my councelor helps me alot through this stuff right now too, but she did tell me that if i didnt get him and his stress out of my house since he didnt want to follow the rules, then i should postpone surgery until i get this under control....OK, NO!!! That was it...its my turn dang it...I did my job and then some with them...and with such disrespect back, I dont think i am wrong to stop helping him...and start taking care of myself. My councelor says that has been a major problem all of my life. Always trying to make others happy...Now its my turn...I agree...After awhile, you cant do anymore for your kids. They are going to have to smack the pavement themselves i guess...sad huh? Hard to see.....Guess i really needed to get this off my chest...    
Oh, and i could go on and on about the mother daughter relationship...but i already have heartburn, so i will leave it till another time...lol...
...Like my Mom used to say, It is survivable...lol

Ok, those were my post, and I was thinking, well, yes, it has a ton to do with my surgery, becuase I certainly cant heal with all that crap going on, and also i have had such heartburn and i think i may even have a hital hernia. I wonder how that will effect my surgery stuff????
I dont know, but it is getting worse, not better. My son has not spent the night here in 3 weeks. He has popped in now and then to grab something, but it is because he doesnt feel i should make him pay rent..Well, 2 bad I told him. I was just trying to make him learn responsibility. His sister had to pay rent when she was here, I had to pay rent at home..thats only if you arent going to school, or are paying for some major goal or savings...and they werent, so until then, a small amount, just so they knew they had a resposiblity...But no, he treats me like i am stealing from him...Lets see, I said, try and find somewhere else that you can live for $25 a week, showers everyday, all meals provided, even food for lunches to take to work ( there is $25 right there) shelter, internet, blah, blah, blah....
Anyway, we have started to lock the doors, so he cant just fly in, since i cant seem to get an answer out of him, whether he lives here or not? If you live here, there are rules...if you dont, you dont...Continue on...Well, he thinks he is leaving one foot in the door just in case he runs out of choices....Well, after todays display...I just want him to stay out...I had all the doors locked, this is his third time, of circling the house, banging on all the doors, untill i open one. Well, I was tasking a nap, cuz i dont sleep well art night. ( Do you think it could have something to do with my son wanting to look like a vampire or something? Rolling my eyes)
Anywhoo, I wake up ornrie, open the door, he flys in and says, " I need help Mother"...Ok, what now? I need cash" Well whats new? Mother, I need help" Why? Whats wrong? I need oil for my car, now, MOTHER! ......MAD!!!! All the drama, all the disrespectful delivery of that problem, waking me up, and all he needs is oil...you would have thought he needed a kidney for petes sake.

Where did all the money go that you had. "Mother, i didnt come here to get bitched at , i just need cash...well, How dare he huh?...I am just floored at how this kid talks to me and treats me. I am also very upset with myself for whatever i have done to allow it. I have tried so hard with my kids, and this is him right now,...well, it totally sucks!!!!!
I am standing there glaring at him, and like i said earlier, i woke up ornrie...I focus in on his face instead of him pacing back and forth, and here he stands, a huge spikey mohawk, 3 pieriecing across his lip, a line or something drawn down out of each ring, lines coming out of the sides of his mouth, with other lines going the other way like sticthes, and 2 big cresent shapes drawn below his eyes...I said, i thought you were going out to find a job today? I am Mother and Like i said, i didnt come here to get bitched at...wlell, i said go then...just get! He said, i need money...I opened the door, told him if he was that deseperate, he could grab that can of returnable bottles, and just go..So thats what he did....
I know, a lot of detail, but i cant seem to express my stuff in a short order....
Anyway, I need to not answer the door the next time and not let him just keep popping in and upsetting me...He only comes when he needs something. He is rude when he is here. If i asked him the least little thing, like please take this laundry basket downstairs, or ask him a computer question, he is all put out, and says he doesnt have time fr that...Ok, you are out then!! Thats it, i have had it...He needs to go and figure stuff out for himself, and not come back around me till he can be respectful. It is so hard. Its your own kid, But he caused this. I have to protect myself and my health now. Hurts like hell, but i want my life to get better, and i cant do anymore for him. He has to do it....I am tired of writing about it, so thats all for now...Wwwwheehhhheeeeewwwwwwwwwwww!!!!

July 13th~2006

Interesting to say the least....lol
First, they tell me to arrive an hour early for paper work. Ok, got there at 1:00, then they tell me i have to do this test, take me upstairs to a quiet spot, hand me a booklet and a single piece of paper, ok, i was wondering, what was going to take an hour?
OK THEN!!! 567 questions and 2 hours later!!!! I was like, what the heck? Questions anywhere from do you love your parents, to do you think most would people would lie to get ahead, to do you think is following you right at this moment.....?????
I think this test took me so long cuz i was dumbfounded...LOL!!!
I had a counter thought for every question....lol...
I guess i had never in my life had been asked if i thought someone was controlling mind right this very moment....??? At the time of those kinds of questions, image a little cartoon where they open a door , nobody is there, and all's they hear is crickets....thats about how i felt after reading many of those questions...lol...
It felt very weird.
I was thinking, ok, if people really did have these mental issues, like paranoina, would they really to this point of the WLS process, let alone,  without anyone knowing it?
Guess it is hard to understand if you have never had ...Weird to me none the less...although, i find humor in the oddest things...Haaaaaa
Maybe it was just thrown into the test to see if you are paying attention..I dont know.
Anywhoo, after that i go and sit for an hour with the phsycoligist and try to sum my whole life within one hour. Yeah, like that is possible...Ok, lets skim over some highlights, like, lets see, i was fat as a toddler,i was called fatso in kindergarten, i went through all of my school years as fat, i got married while fat, still fat when divorced, married again fat , stopped smoking, and through 2 attempts of that gained even more fat, like 100 pds worth, and have been fat ever since. Any questions?...
Wait, can i use a life line? lol
I guess there was more questions, like have you ever been sexually abused, how much do you weigh, any drugs or alcohol problems in your life or any promisquity...Geez, and i just met you lady!!!  lol
Oh well, we do what we have to do huh? I am sure there will more uncomfortable moments along the way.
I guess it is just hard focusing on all the fat issues, after trying to hide it all my life with bigger shirts, or sitting a certain way, or a type of clothing. You know, even though it doesnt hide squat, it is how I always feel.
I cant wait to experiance NOT feeling like that.

I really wanted my surgery to happen in August because we have so many events to attend in Decemeber, and although that is still early out, i wanted to at least have lost enough by then to feel better about myself, and not so uncomfortable being at them. I am sure even a 50 pd loss would feel wonderful, 100 even better, and my ultimate goal would be 150 pds.
Yeah!!!! Thats what I am going to work my ass off for!

July 10~2006

Getting ready to go for my sleep study tonight... 
Wish me a good night's sleep, as i have terrible insomnia....But, i dont want to do this study over since they take so long to scehdule and then get the reports.
I am taking all of my pampering stuff so i can just relax and take this time to pamper, me, me, me...lol
Hopefull so relaxed i go off into a good nights sleep.
I will let you know how it goes tomorrow.

July 11th~Back from Sleep Study

It went better than I thought it would.
I didnt get much time to do alot of that pampering i thought i might do while i was there other than a shower and shaving my legs (pre-tape and wire...lol), because they hook you all up kind of early, and although she left on what they call "moblie", i found it hard to maneuver...so , out of sheer boredom and sit stillness, i went to sleep...lol 
I told them i had to sleep with tv on, or i could go to sleep. they said that was ok. I fell asleep about 12:30, and then the tech came in and turned off the tv at about 3:30am.....Wide awake immediatley...   
She came back in and said, opps, I am sorry...but since you are awake, i need to re-hook one of the wires on your head. It came off.
I said, I probably sweat it off cuz it's so hot in here, she oh, I'm sorry, i was cold, so I figured you would be also, so i turned the heat on.... 

Ok, after all of that, she turned the AC back on, had to unhook me to go potty now that i was awake....
Then they set me all up again...I lay there and lay there thinking, OMG! I am hungry at 4 in the morning... 
I am never going to get back to sleep!! YIKES!!! But i certainly wasnt going to set there and eat one of the protein bars i brought with me, at 4 in the morning, in front of the camera....lol
I just laid very calm, and I prayed....  to please help me go back to sleep cuz i didnt want to have to come back another night.
I went out by about 4:30, and then woke again at 6:45...
Yayaya, she saw me look at the time when i woke up and she came in and said, would you like the sleep study to be over, we got enough info..Yes!!! Yayayay!!! I slept enuff to get er done!  
Untaped me, took another shower, and off i went..
Yayaay! She said, i didnt stop breathing, but i did seem to breathe hard, or have a hard time breathing...I was like, yeah, have this double chin smushed up against the DD's and there isnt much room left for breathing...lol...lol...
She said they may just put me on a C-pap for that...I wondered how come, since, definetly that would greatly improve with weight loss... I guess we will see.
She also said, my legs moved way more than they should have..
I said, yeah, they move all day long...Always ildeling away..I guess i have to wait for the Doctors recommendation.
At least that one is over, i slept and praying that i dont have to go on a c-pap test night...
I am thinking, how about if we test me again after 30-50 pds are gone, then tell me if i still need it!

July 6th~2006

I finally BUGGED enough to get my PCP to get my referrell letter done and sent to the surgeons office so I could get my consult appointment with them. It only took 36 days for them to get the letter done and sent DOWNSTAIRS!
But at least it finally done.
When i first inquired, (thinking my letter was ready) the surgeons were booking into July..well, after all this waiting, I didnt make the July appts., but My appointment is August 3rd!!
Guess that pushes surgery at the least into September. ( They say it takes only a month or 2 to get from point A to B) I guess we will see.
I really wanted it for August, but i guess I as with everything, you just dont get everything you want...lol
YAYAYAYAYAY!!! AT LEAST I HAVE THE DANG APPOINTMENT FINALLY!!!!!

Thanks for everyone who listened to me gripe several times about this subject...lol  On to the next gripe, i mean step...lol

June 28th 2006
Our word today is "Transcribe"

I had my dang physical on June 1st w/my PCP.
Yup, thinks i would be a good canidate for WLS.
Took all my info, said he would write the referral letter..ok, next step.
Go to the weight loss seminar. June 21st, done..they say at the seminar, the first thing you need is a referral letter from PCP..Cool! I already have that. Now I can make my consult appt. w/surgeons...aaaaaHHHHH, NO! After trying to get thru for 4 days, they finally call me back, Oh sorry, we dont have a letter for your PCP, so you cant make an appt......grrrrrrr

I call my PCP, have to leave a message and wait for 24 hrs for a response, they call and say, Oh no problem, we are just waiting for it to be "Transcribed"..Ok, what does that mean, i say? She says, basically typed up...........silence...Ummmmm, it has been almost a month since i was in, i need this letter before I can even get an appointment! Oh, that is no problem, it wont take too long at all.....Ok, it has already been almost a month, can you please tell me how long is not too long????????????
Oh, not long at all....
So, here i have been trying to just get an appointment w/ the surgeons for a week . A little frustrated to say the least.
I cant beleive we pay the doctors those high prices, just to not get a simple letter done...after a whole stinking month. AND TO BOOT.....the surgeons office is right downstairs...I would take it there myself, IF THE DANG THING WAS DONE!!!!!!! or should I say, "Transcribed"
(Blowing out air very forcefully to releive the anexity)
Posting this on the boards cuz i needed to talk about it but also posting on my profile so i remember the journey...the good and the bad.