Counting down the hours
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Hello everyone......I'm bonnie and just a few hours away from an action that will no doubt change my life forever.......I'm sitting here, alone at my office trying to tie up some loose ends, but unable to concentrate on the tasks at hand, for all the silly thoughts and conflicting emotions that are racing through my mind--like my car will probably be easier to keep clean without all the little bits and pieces of shredded lettuce and cheese that tend to seep down between the seats and on the floor, and the fact that the fronts of my blouses will be less stained by ketchup, mustard and a plethora of secret sauces from all my jaunts through the drive-thrus and eating while driving....good thing, right? But I'm also reflecting back on my life and the role food has played....I recall the wonderful smell of fresh doughnuts emanating from the coffee house near our house as we walked to school in the morning....sometimes we would stop and buy some, along with cold chocolate milk...and I remember the way the hot doughnuts felt...all soft and warm going down....and as I got older, the thrill of being able to leave campus for lunch--greasy hamburgers and limp fries and hot dogs---the feeling of returning to the campus luxuriously full and satisfied.....and then there was the glorious smell of supper on the stove when I came home from school....some of the best moments of my life were spent in our small kitchen telling my mother about my day as she prepared the meal....sometimes I would help her peel potatoes or make a salad, but mostly I just relished those few moments of having her undivided attention--a rarity with three kids, a full time job and a very demanding husband. And then there were the holidays....totally centered around food--making it, eating it, cleaning up from it, and then doing it all again...what place will food occupy in my post-surgical life? Will I be able to successfully assimilate it in my new reality? I am so tired of food dominating my life, but will the obsession just take a new form? Will I be one of those people who continue to have symptoms and problems following surgery, or wil I be able to put food into a category like showering and making the bed...just part of keeping life going....I feel strangely melancholy...but regardless of the myriad mix of feelings, in just a few hours my husband and i will begin a two hour trek toward the city where I will be banded...we will spend the night in a hotel and be at the hospital at 6 am.....my poor husband....he is totally supportive. but doesn't like hopitals and surgeries and is a little ambivalent about why someone would volunteer for that action...he thinks I'm perfect right now, but he will soldier on.....thanks for allowing me to vent in an understanding environment and think of me tomorrow morning....sorry for the rambling, but I feel better......b