Here we are again. I've so much news and progress that I won't waste too much time with the fluff; if you're here, it's because you know me and you're concerned, and chances are I think you're great. More importantly, you know full well why I write this blog and why I'm trying to lose weight. Let's get straight to the good stuff, yes?
I've decided to go for Bariatric Surgery. It wasn't an easy decision to make, but when I weighed the benefits versus the alternatives, I decided to go in whole-hog. I'm sure my recklessness comes as no surprise. My cousin and my aunt have both had the surgery and have had amazing results; my cousin Sarah, once nearly as big as I was, is like a supermodel now. Now, I know what you're thinking; the surgery is by no means a magical fix that will make me skinny, nor is it 100% safe. Trust me when I say that I've thought this all through, weighed the pros versus the cons and I've finally decided that this was best for me.
Exciting, right?
Since my last doctor left his clinic (which I later learned is shadier than I'd thought), I found a new doctor. Long story short, he's an old Filipino man whose office is in a beat down grocery store shopping stripmall, right next to a Mexican restaurant, but I stuck with him because I can relate, he seems concerned and he's got that family vibe to him.
Some people go to mom and pop bookstores instead of Barnes and Nobles, or to local coffee shops instead of Starbucks. I'll see Dr. Burritosmell and drink my Frappucinos™, thank you very much.
So I talk to Dr. Miranda and tell him I wanna go for the surgery. He says cool, he's had a couple of people do it before, but there's one problem; my insurance. Working through an HMO is a long and lengthy process full of tests and whatnot because you have to prove to your insurance company that they should pay for it. Normally, that'd be fine, but I've got a wedding to get ready for... and frankly, these health-related issues I've been having have been getting worse. I can't wait the year+ it could take. Dr. Burritosmell (Miranda) says that if I really want him to send me straight to the folk who cna help me, I have to switch to a PPO. A PPO lets you do what you want and see who you want, but there's a catch.
You have to pay a portion of whatever procedures you have done.
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Whatever. says I. Let's do it.
Here we are, a few weeks after telling my Doctor I switched insurances on the New Year. I've already got a referral for a surgeon (!) and I'm going in for a sleep study on the 15th.
I called the surgeon, and they said I have to go through a seminar regarding the surgery first, which would be fine if they currently had one scheduled. As it stands, I'm waiting for them to call me back.
As for the sleep schedule, though, I'm -stoked- about that. I haven't slept for longer than 5 consecutive hours since... my teens? Even then, my sleep has been angry and broken with raucous snoring; jokingly, my friends say I sound like a drowning raptor when I sleep. Not jokingly, they say I sound like I'm dying. I can't describe well enough the intense shame and embarrassment of sleeping around my friends, knowing I submit them to this every night.
So, this sleep study thing is the bees knees. I'm excited.
While I've been waiting for the surgeon's office to call me back, I've been sitting here, knowing I need to do something more immediate about my weight; no more waiting, no more postponing, I need to do something NOW.
So, juice.
More on juice and what two hundred dollars worth of plants looks like in my next post. Thanks for making it this far, if you did!
Do your best!
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