maryanderson
WLS day minus one
Jan 13, 2008
Yikes! My WLS (open RNY) is tomorrow!
Like just about everyone going through this, I'm incredibly nervous even though I know I'm in great hands. This morning, the surgeon's office left a voicemail for me to call them, and I was scared that something had happened to postpone my surgery. It was mainly just to remind me to be at the hospital at 6 a.m. Whew!
Although they don't have the final medical-clearance paperwork from the pulmonologist and cardiologist, they were sure they would get it today because I completed all my appointments and tests last week (an ordeal all by itself!).
I took today off from work and I will be busy with errands, packing, list-making, laundry, and housecleaning. I'm also hoping that my case manager at the hospital can help me get a rental recliner or lift chair in my house by the time I get home. Having called around to all the retail furniture-rental places, something like that is just not available. Medical-supply companies probably rent them, but I don't have time to be calling all over the place. I hope the case manager can expedite things.
It's an emotional time as I think about how I am saying goodbye to one of my "best friends": food and the unhealthy overeating that I have always relied upon to get me through the day, good times and bad. It makes me cry, even though I know I'm doing the right thing. I made the best decision I could, and now I must surrender to this process and this commitment I made. People who think this is the "easy way out" have no clue what they're talking about. This is the hardest decision I've ever made and the hardest thing I've ever done.
I also have to say goodbye to my body functioning normally, i.e., the way I was born. I am unalterably changing the way my body functions, and it's one-way ticket. No going back. I feel bad that I've had to resort to this, but I truly feel I must.
I had my "last supper" last night. Yesterday my boyfriend took me to brunch where I had stuff I won't be able to have again for a long time, if ever: strawberry french toast, orange juice, and sausage. Yum. Last night, he grilled lamb chops, which I wanted with Trader Joe's macaroni and cheese (the best!) and green beans almondine. For dessert, chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream.
I don't know whether I could do this without Rick's love and support. He is behind me 110 percent. (And he had nothing to do with my decision; it was purely for me, and I had to educate him about it.)
Well, I'd better get going on the many things I have to do today. Maybe I'll be able to post again here today. If not, see y'all on the other side of my surgery!
Like just about everyone going through this, I'm incredibly nervous even though I know I'm in great hands. This morning, the surgeon's office left a voicemail for me to call them, and I was scared that something had happened to postpone my surgery. It was mainly just to remind me to be at the hospital at 6 a.m. Whew!
Although they don't have the final medical-clearance paperwork from the pulmonologist and cardiologist, they were sure they would get it today because I completed all my appointments and tests last week (an ordeal all by itself!).
I took today off from work and I will be busy with errands, packing, list-making, laundry, and housecleaning. I'm also hoping that my case manager at the hospital can help me get a rental recliner or lift chair in my house by the time I get home. Having called around to all the retail furniture-rental places, something like that is just not available. Medical-supply companies probably rent them, but I don't have time to be calling all over the place. I hope the case manager can expedite things.
It's an emotional time as I think about how I am saying goodbye to one of my "best friends": food and the unhealthy overeating that I have always relied upon to get me through the day, good times and bad. It makes me cry, even though I know I'm doing the right thing. I made the best decision I could, and now I must surrender to this process and this commitment I made. People who think this is the "easy way out" have no clue what they're talking about. This is the hardest decision I've ever made and the hardest thing I've ever done.
I also have to say goodbye to my body functioning normally, i.e., the way I was born. I am unalterably changing the way my body functions, and it's one-way ticket. No going back. I feel bad that I've had to resort to this, but I truly feel I must.
I had my "last supper" last night. Yesterday my boyfriend took me to brunch where I had stuff I won't be able to have again for a long time, if ever: strawberry french toast, orange juice, and sausage. Yum. Last night, he grilled lamb chops, which I wanted with Trader Joe's macaroni and cheese (the best!) and green beans almondine. For dessert, chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream.
I don't know whether I could do this without Rick's love and support. He is behind me 110 percent. (And he had nothing to do with my decision; it was purely for me, and I had to educate him about it.)
Well, I'd better get going on the many things I have to do today. Maybe I'll be able to post again here today. If not, see y'all on the other side of my surgery!
