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My surgery is tentatively scheduled for mid-December. I am 2/3 of the way done with my monthly meetings with the dietician. They have proved to be an exercise in doing what I do best, which is nodding and smiling and saying all the right things while rolling my internal eyeballs and thinking up snarky one-liners which I will never speak. The diet people mean well, but I already *know* that in order to lose weight you need to take in fewer calories than you expel, that there are hidden sugars in everything and that carbs are a mortal enemy to be avoided at all costs. I am not overweight for lack of knowledge about how to lose the weight. Nonetheless the meetings are a requirement and checking them off and watching the months tick by feels good.
This month I have a bunch of appointments to get pre-operative testing done. I have a few blood draws, an ultrasound of my thyroid and gallbladder, a 6 (!) hour appointment with a shrink where I take some test about weather I am mentally stable or not (don't worry, I'm wicked good at gaming those things, they will never know all the crazy things going on up here:) Going to these appointments sucks. Not only does it mean I am giving up one of my kid-free mornings hanging out in waiting rooms but it makes me feel sick and fat and like I suck. I suck because instead of doing what normal people do, which is go on a DIET, which is free or (relatively) inexpensive and, you know, effective, I am being poked and prodded so I can be deemed mentally stable to have my body altered to protect it from my inability to lose weight.
Did you know you were coming to a pity party? Welcome!
By the end of the month I should have all my pokes and prods done and then everything will be submitted to the
In others news September is a huge ball of suckage. Not so much for me directly but I have many friends who have had crappy months and I'm ready to turn that calendar page to October and get on with it. The kids love school, and I simultaneously miss them and lose patience with them the second they get home. Oh, and we turned the heat on for the first time last night.