Seems like only yesterday that I wrote “When I Made Up My Mind.” :
October 18, 2017: “The moment I made [the decision to have sleeve surgery,] which I’ve been mulling for a long time, was when my hips hurt so badly just walking through the airport that I am limping. And limping. And limping. They hurt when I walk down the hall at school, and they hurt when I lay in bed at night, and I’m tired of my hips hurting, and I know why they hurt, and I need to do something to take care of myself so I can live the life I want to live. I am inspired by the success my eldest daughter has had with gastric sleeve surgery: her transformation and improvement in her health is nothing short of miraculous…this decisive moment also has to do with months of my husband shoving me awake—multiple times—when I stop breathing in my sleep. The sleep apnea that I had years ago—then no longer had, once I lost weight—until I hit some sort of weight threshold—is back.
I want to do something for myself to radically support my determination to break this cycle.”
So, here we are, after roughly 4 months and many doctor appointments and hard work on getting a handle on my eating disorder, I have been approved! March 5, I have my presurgical labwork, and March 8, my 52nd birthday, I have to be at the hospital no later than 5:15 A.M. I am going to spend the night at my daughter’s house in Dallas, the night before.
I’m still processing the instructions for the coming days as far as liquid diet starting, getting stuff together for the liquid diet then soft diet after the surgery, and I wanted–no, I needed–to write this update here.
I’ll write more later…
But first, this: