Thursday afternoon, James and I stepped into a carpeted elevator and made our way up an entire floor to meet with a doctor. There was an uneasiness in my stomach, it sorta felt like high school all over again. Giving the wrong look or answer could mean I would eat my lunch all on my own, or in this case not qualify for surgery.
We drove all the way to “the cities” so that I could meet with a doctor who had performed more surgeries and might have more experience with … challenging patients. I was worried that multiple things would mean that I wasn’t a candidate for surgery; from thyroid to infection. Luckily, the doctor didn’t seemed too worried.
Straight away, the lap-band procedure was out the door. Both the doctor and myself worried what would happen if my previous infection was caused by my stubborn body really not wanting any foreign things in it or not. He asked what I expected from the surgery and how I thought life would be once it was over. I gave honest answers and pretty much repeated what I had written in the essay included with the other paper work I had sent in the week before.
In turn he answered all of my questions plus all of those that James threw at him. James and I both left feeling much more comfortable with the whole procedure. As the days go by I tick off the things that I won’t be able to eat again once the surgery is done. Honestly, I don’t know that I will miss them all that much. I know that I will crave things in the same way that I still crave cigarettes, but I know that if I start going down that slippery slope that I will soon be up to a pack a day … or a sleeve of Thin Mints.
This week we’re heading down again for the remaining classes and meetings. After that it’s up to our insurance company as to when things can move forward any more. It’s a drastic surgery and insurance companies want to make sure that you really need to have it done and want you to jump through a million and one hoops before you can get it paid for.
This whole jumping through hoops thing will be much much easier once I have the surgery done.
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