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At two weeks out, I'm constantly thinking about the rules: making sure I'm getting in my protein, drinking my water, not waiting too long to eat, etc.  I just really want to do good.  I'm obsessed with doing this right!

So the past few days, I've been having these dreams.  In one dream, I ate a whole plate of food, then I realized "oh yeah, I just had surgery; I shouldn't have done that."  Then I woke up panicked!  I've also had dreams of drinking while I'm eating, but mostly its eating foods I shouldn't be.  I'm so relieved when I wake up and realize that I have not just stuffed myself full of food.

I wish my dreams were more about being successful with my surgery rather than failing it!

I had surgery yesterday.  Everything went well.  No issues so far (knock on wood).  I did have some pain this morning after a walk, but after several hours later and a few meds later, they discovered that my line to my morphine pump had clipped.  I felt a lot better after that discovery.  I've been walking, sleeping, and sipping all day today, and they say that they'll probably let me go home tomorrow.  I had a few sips of broth today, and it was so disgusting.  I hope the broth I have at home tastes better.

Thank you everyone for your well wishes, and I hope to be back on here soon.

I'm having surgery tomorrow.  I'm so excited!  It's very surreal.  I've been working and working for this, and it felt like the day would never be here.  So now that I'm here, I can't believe it's real.  I have so many emotions running through me, it's crazy!  I'm trying to stay positive and not get too nervous.

I have my bag mostly packed.  I have a few more things to throw in there.  I'm a notorious over packer, so my husband may have to reel me in.  Now I'm just waiting for the hospital to call to tell me what time my surgery will be.  Every time my phone rings, my heart jumps in my throat.  

I hope I don't freak out too bad tomorrow.  I feel prepared.  I know this is the right thing for me.  I'll just have to remind my frantic self of these things tomorrow.  Whoo... it's going to be a long sleepless night.

 I HAVE A DATE!!   My surgery is scheduled for November 24.  That is in 3 weeks!!!  I'm in a state of disbelief.  I just can't believe that this is actually going to happen.  WOW!  

When the Patient Coordinator called me today, I was in the middle of Walmart.  My memory is shot, so if I don't write things down, I don't remember them (I constantly have things written on my hand).  So I'm talking to her, while running over to office supplies.  I opened up a pen (yes, I paid for it), and wrote down all of the info on my arm. 

So next week I have my final pre-op class, and I'll have the rest of my pre-op testing.  Then 2 weeks after that, I'll have my surgery.

My mom was going to come in for my surgery to watch my daughter while I was in Chicago, but since it is the week of Thanksgiving she'll be visiting my Grandpa.  So she won't be able to come in until the following week.  My daughter has school the day of my surgery, so I may have to go to Chicago by myself, while my husband takes her to school. Oh well.

YAY!!!!!!!! 

I decided in March 2009 to start pursuing WLS.  That month I went to seminar with the Kane Center.  I knew then that I definitely wanted surgery, but the Kane Center did not accept my insurance.  May 6, I went to a seminar at Northwestern.  After I was accepted into their program, I had my psych evaluation, dietician appointment, and an appointment with the nurse in June. 

I had a stress echo done in June.   I’ve completed 3 of 4 pre op classes since July.  I had my surgeon’s consultation August 26.

Two weeks after I expected my file to be submitted to insurance, I find out that my PCP never sent her letter.  Eventually, she sent her letter, but then I find out that Medicaid changed their submission procedure.  They no longer pre approve surgery.  So you have surgery, then they bill Medicaid.  So the Program coordinator has my file, and I’ve been waiting a few weeks now to get my surgery date.  I’m getting antsy, but I’m sure once I have my date the time will fly by.