Okay, admittedly, today has been a little bit of a day... so bear with me.
Today started out great - only one more week until my surgery. I"ve been walking well for 3 weeks and knew I'd get weighed again today and that I'm sure to lose weight.
Then I get a call at noon that my mom has had a heart attack while driving on a highway and got in a wreck trying to pull her car off.
Okay - good feeling gone at that point. Freak out mode begins.
I drive like a maniac to the hospital, calling frantically all the way. Turns out, she's fine. She's alive. She's fine.
She had 100% blockage of one of her arteries which they opened with a stint and will do another 95% blocked one in a couple days.
Okay. Phew. Good feeling back. Time for my doctor's appointmetn with my PCP to get the final green light for surgery.
I go through the routine questions. He compliments me for taking charge of my life with this surgery. Good feeling really going on now.
So, he's doing his stethascope thing and his nodding thing when I told him about the day that I've had with my mom. Really, he says. He asks if I've had any shortness of breath.
No, well, only when I'm excercising.
Have you had any problems with sweating?
Well, now that you mention it, I sweat like a pig pretty much all the time.
Really. Uh-huh.
Okay... good feeling starting to go now...
So. He wants me to go for a stress test tomorrow to make sure I"m healthy enough for weight loss surgery. If ever there was a contridiction in terms, I've never seen one.
So crap. Now I'm freaking out. WHat if I FLUNK my stress test and can't get my band on Friday? I think I'll just keel over.
Okay, admittedly, today has been a little bit of a day... so bear with me.
Today started out great - only one more week until my surgery. I"ve been walking well for 3 weeks and knew I'd get weighed again today and that I'm sure to lose weight.
Then I get a call at noon that my mom has had a heart attack while driving on a highway and got in a wreck trying to pull her car off.
Okay - good feeling gone at that point. Freak out mode begins.
I drive like a maniac to the hospital, calling frantically all the way. Turns out, she's fine. She's alive. She's fine.
She had 100% blockage of one of her arteries which they opened with a stint and will do another 95% blocked one in a couple days.
Okay. Phew. Good feeling back. Time for my doctor's appointmetn with my PCP to get the final green light for surgery.
I go through the routine questions. He compliments me for taking charge of my life with this surgery. Good feeling really going on now.
So, he's doing his stethascope thing and his nodding thing when I told him about the day that I've had with my mom. Really, he says. He asks if I've had any shortness of breath.
No, well, only when I'm excercising.
Have you had any problems with sweating?
Well, now that you mention it, I sweat like a pig pretty much all the time.
Really. Uh-huh.
Okay... good feeling starting to go now...
So. He wants me to go for a stress test tomorrow to make sure I"m healthy enough for weight loss surgery. If ever there was a contridiction in terms, I've never seen one.
So crap. Now I'm freaking out. WHat if I FLUNK my stress test and can't get my band on Friday? I think I'll just keel over.
Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope.
P.S. - I DID lose 3 more pounds last week...