4/27/11
Yes, the title of this journal is unbelievably corny, but I couldn't help myself. Besides, it got your attention enough to take a quick read, right?
So, some quick basics about me. I'm 28 years old, and I've been overweight as long as I can remember. Like a lot of people who have the sleeve (or want it), I've tried nearly every diet under the sun, only to yo-yo back and forth. (Don't get me wrong; I've never been slim, just less obese.) But as many of us have probably experienced, the weight comes back with a vengeance, with a little more added on each time. I'm tired of it. I finally admitted to myself that I needed some help with this.
So, here I am, scheduled to be sleeved on Monday, May 2. The whole process of approval seemed to last so long, but now I'm only days away from the big finale. I guess time flies when you're trying to meet a host of insurance and pre-op requirements. I think my least favorite was the upper GI X-ray; I almost puked on the radiologist. The ground-up Alka-Seltzer stuff is super gross. It was kind of neat to see my insides on the X-ray machine, though, as the barium shake was passing through!
I officially had my "last" meal tonight. (The way I talked about it, you'd think that I was being shipped off to the electric chair at midnight.) It consisted of a gyro from my favorite Lebanese place, with some frozen custard for dessert. For some reason, it tasted 100x better than normal, but that might be because I know what tomorrow brings: clear liquids only for the next four days. I'm a little nervous about this part, because I can be a bear when I'm hungry. My hope is that, when my stomach is growling and I want to gnaw my own arm off for food, I'll remember why I'm doing this in the first place.
I meet with my surgeon tomorrow for the last of the pre-op stuff, so I'll update with any information.
-Sarah
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