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7/19/09 Upper GI's, Chest X-rays,Lab work, Education Seminars, Bariatric Support group meetings, Pysch Eval, I have everything finished finally and I see the surgeon on the 22nd to set up a surgery date. 
7/22/09 There is about a 30 day waitlist for surgery.
8/23/09 the phone rings. I see nurse on the caller id. My heart is thumping! this is it! this is the call! Finally a date! The nurse called and said that after re-looking at my bloodwork my b12 was kinda low. They were in debate about what to do next.
In September no change. The bariatric nurse is getting on my nerves. She said if I was this frustrated now then maybe this is just not going to work for me. I have to be patient there are about 300 other patients all waiting for surgery and 20 girls in the same situation with the b12 as me. I only called cause some of the girls I know who have had surgery said you have to keep on top of it or you will fall in the cracks. The nurse ugghh... She even asked if I wanted a referral to go somewhere else. Call back in 30 days.
In October I went to my regular doctor. He asked how my surgery was coming along and I explained the issue with the B-12. He said that was strange. If there was something wrong with my b-12 we should be doing something to fix it. He requested more blood work. I waited patiently for 30 days to go by to call the bariatric nurse and finally it came....and went. I called the bariatric nurse again. She started on what I thought would be the same damn speach about three hundred patients...and then it changed. My surgeon is being deployed to Iraq. Geez. Now what? Wait 30 more days. 2 Weeks for the new surgeon to come on board and 2 weeks for him to get situated.
And then there was Grandma. She was 100% against surgery. Especially with all the hold-ups. She said maybe I should consider it a sign that this wasn't right for me. That I shouldn't have surgery.
In the meantime my bloodwork came back and nothing is wrong with my b12? But my blood pressure is through the roof and the doctor is freaking out on me about being a ticking timebomb.
November - The thing about it is every month I am required to go to support group meetings since I'm a bariatric patient. Even though I've just about given up on surgery. I hate them. Not that they don't provide valuable information. But now its to the point where people who started long after me are already having their surgery. And there have been big results on the people who had surgery back when this all started. I've just about given up on surgery. I'm going the the gym 1-2 hours a day. Busting my ass. And I go to these meetings and these women aren't satisfied with their losses and just sit there. I don't ever see any of these women at the gym.
I've finally visited my family for the first time in 5 years. That went good and bad. No one flat out said damn tera your fat as hell. except Grandma.... I go shopping. . . .
Pretty much the one thing I love to do when i;m home cause there is no sales tax on clothes there. She says "should u be spending money on new clothes? what about your surgery?"
What about my surgery Grandma? The surgery u told me i shouldn't have cause of signs? Now one look at me and your like surgery surgery surgery.
December - It's been taking forever. I got to the point where I would sit in my mandatory support group meetings and imagine punching the bariatric nurse in the face. Why must I go and sit there? Why when I call every month do you ask me if I attend them. There is only like 50 people there and I have been coming since April and giving you dirty looks since October. She always mentions that people thinks she is mean but kinda like tough love and they all love her. I don't think they do love her. One girl I met this summer looks awesome. I seen her at the gym one day. After the support group I stopped and chatted with her and 2 other ladies. She mentioned my look of disgust and told me to call and raise hell. That is what she had to do.
I went to work and called. I didn't raise hell. I just thought I'd try something different. I asked the secretary to schedule an appointment to see the surgeon. Of course she said I would have to go through the bariatric nurse first. That's fine. I have to leave a message.
In my mind thats fine. When she calls back I'll ask for an appointment to see the surgeon. And when she asks me what for I'll just simply explain that I haven't met this new guy and it only seems right. I mean what if he is a real creep and I don't want him anyhow?
I stay at work forever cause I have a feeling the second I get in my car she will call. Its the end of the day and she hasn't returned my call. I give up.
In the morning I've already forgotten about it. Well, not really but in a rush I leave my phone in the car when I get to work. When I go back for it sure enough I missed her call.
Now I'm just more frustrated. If that wasn't enough I just started training a new girl. Who I just found out had the surgery. She is 3 years out. Her lunch today included a kit kat and soda I'm not even going to begin to say what I want to say about that.
But now I need to call the nurse back. She says my info is sitting on the surgeons desk along with a couple of other people and he's going to go through it and decide who will and will not have surgery. ?? I mention my bloodwork how it came back normal. Thank her for her time and ask how many days should passed before I call back. Usually her answer is give me 30 days. This time she pretty much says don't call back. This is not looking so good.
December 15th - Nurse shows on the caller id. My emotions are mixed. She could be calling for three different reasons.
No surgery?
More Test?
A date?
Hi Tera, Nurse ****** how does december 23rd work for you? In my mind I think wow december 23rd is a super shitty day. I'm suppose to go on vacation with my husband and visit my stepdaughter who I only see once a year and all my friends will be on vacation away from here if i need anything. YES!!! sounds perfect. Its growning on me.
December 23rd sounds like the best day ever for surgery now. Could I have a better Christmas present? I don't do good with holidays anyhow. Poor me. I wasn't gonna celebrate anyhow. Its not like I'm missing presents under the tree and christmas ham. ( i hate ham). I should get out of the hospital Christmas Day. Perfect Timing. Right at the beginning of a new year. New Year New ME :)
