The sleeve is my last hope...

but something about the idea of getting sleeved in two days seems a little too surreal... like it's too good to be true... I feel like something will go wrong at the last moment. Like maybe my pre-op test will show something crazy and my surgery will be canceled, making my trip to Mexico a colossal waste of time. I don't know why-- I've been so blessed in my life, but a part of me always feels like things won't work out for me. Like a negative outlook or something.

Not only that, but I've done my part to sabotage everything. Even though I wanted to do a pre-op diet, I completely failed in that effort. Completely and utterly. The sleeve is my last hope, but my fear right now is returning to Atlanta, fat and unsleeved.