I finally got the call about my surgery date.
November 5th.
They will be calling me the night before with the time I need to be at the hospital. Odds are I will be getting ZERO sleep that night.
I finally "came out" of the Weight Loss Surgery (WLS) closet at work. I was not telling anyone at work because I felt like it was none of their business. Though, when I really sat down and thought about it- it wasn't because it wasn't any of their damn business (which- really- well- it isn't) but I feel so ashamed about my weight. It has been something I just avoid talking about. I avoid THINKING about. I avoid LOOKING at. Then I thought- oh for fuck's sake... this is a GOOD thing. I am taking control of my health for ME. I do nothing for myself. This is going to be my big thing.
They took it well. I actually made up a big story about how I was having a sex change operation and that I would like to be called Derek after I came back to work. They just kind of looked at me for a moment and then the owner of the company says "oh fuck you- you are not". Laughing ensued. They know I would never want to be a dude. I don't know anything about dudes.
Between now and the big day I will be busy with typical toddler ridiculousness which includes trying to potty train two three year olds at once (yay me), more doctors appointments and major house cleaning as I am sure there will be people coming over to corral the kids for us so Traci can take care of me.
I am so ready for this. SO STINKING READY. At night I have been having dreams of being able to cross my legs, running a 5K and wearing yoga pants while actually doing yoga. Mind boggling.
So, let the count down begin.. 21 more days.
I'm trying not to have a poogency every time I think about it.
Peace out.
