The call came yesterday afternoon…from my surgeon’s office…notifying me of insurance approval for gastric sleeve surgery and offering me a surgery date. Even though I knew the call would be coming, it was still a little surreal.
And now, I wait. More accurately, I visit the doctor a final time to sign paperwork consenting to the operation. And I visit the anesthesia group for pre-op overview. And I have my blood drawn for some standard pre-op testing. And then, I wait.
My surgery has been scheduled for Monday, July 11. It’s soon enough. And I’m so ready. I’ll be having my “last meal” sometime the last week of June…’cause a purely liquid diet of protein shakes and non-calorie liquids for the week before surgery does not constitute a last meal. I don’t care how fat or skinny you are.
Ironically, my first day of a liquid diet is July 4th. I’ll be partying it up with chocolate protein shakes. Yum.
While I’m doing all this waiting, I think I break out my “skinny” clothes, which are really more like “slightly-less-plush” clothes. I was smaller. Once. For a brief period of time. About 9 years ago. And yes, I kept an entire storage tote of those clothes. ‘Cause I’m a dreamer 😛 There is a single dress in that tote thought, a dress that I bought when it was just a size or two too small. As incentive. I may not have anticipated the incentive to be a nearly 10 year reward, but I’ll take it. Living in Erie, this spring/summer dress may not fit me during appropriate weather. Guess I’ll be rockin’ it with a nice warm sweater or freezing my hiney off because I will be wearing this dress. As many times as I can.