Thursday, November 29, 2012

TTT

It's time for Laura Belle's Ten Things Thursday, and it couldn't have come at a better time. I was staring at a blank Blogger screen until I remembered that it's Thursday, so my blogging is basically done for me!

{1} My weigh in yesterday was 257.2. If you'll recall, that was also my exact weight on 11/07 (Surgery Day), and last week on 11/21. 257.2 likes me and I'm not sure why. The feeling is certainly not mutual.

{2} My very first fill is only 8 days away! I am super excited for this, and only a teensy bit nervous. I gave myself 3-4 insulin shots daily for several months of my pregnancy, and I give myself my Bydureon injection every week, so the needle part isn't totally freaking me out, but I'm not exactly thrilled about the prospect, either. I just want to get on the path to restriction and feel like I'm starting to get my money's worth out of Tim Gunn.

{3} Mission: Christmas Dish Cloths has slowed down a bit. I've lost my motivation at the most unhelpful time. I still have about six sets (12 dish cloths) to go. Blargh.

{4} I bought some Powerball tickets yesterday but refuse to find out if we've won or not. I wanted to go to bed thinking there was still a chance that I could be a bagillionaire. Still to now, I know nothing about the drawing and if anyone won. I'm holding on to the dream a little bit longer - getting the most out of my 12 bucks.

{5} If I won the lottery, the very first thing I'd do (after putting it in an account under a business or different name) would be to build a big ol' custom home. We live in a comically small apartment that is busting at the seams with our junk. Not to mention the fact that there is an entire ROOM full of our junk stored at The Hubs' parents' house. I literally feel like our walls are closing in on us.

{6} Today is my "official" day of starting Phase 4 foods, which in non-surgeon speak, means I'm back to all normal foods. Woo. I pretty much had been eating normal foods (choosing more soft/mushy items when they were available) for about a week now.

{7} My focus this week has been trying not to drink with my meals. I knew going into this that this one bandster rule would be the hardest for me to follow. I have always been a HUGE drinker with meals - I just hate the feeling of leftover food particles in my mouth. I've been focusing on it this week and pushing myself out of my comfort zone to try to get over the mental yuckiness of not being able to "wash" my food down. It's a work in progress, and one which I will really need to get under control once I've got my fills in.

{8} I have been kind of ignoring school for the past month or so. My second term started in October, which means I have until the end of March to finish the 5 classes I'm scheduled. Because it's all online, I don't have to actually attend classes on any sort of schedule, which means that I can just pretend it doesn't exist if I want to. Not good. Finally this week, I got tired of feeling guilty during my weekly mentor call and finished two assignments for my math class. (Math - patooey!). I turned them in on Tuesday and they still haven't been graded, which annoys me. If they pass, I have two more assignments for that class and then it's OVAH. And I will be done with math FOREVAH! (Except for studying for the math portion of the Praxis 1, blargh.)

{9} December's calendar is filling up fast. For us, October and December are the two busiest months of the year, and I almost dread them. As of right now, we have eight events on our calendar and still need to find time to get/decorate our Christmas tree and go see the trains at the Cincinnati Museum Center. Busy busy busy!

{10} My kid is the cutest thing on the planet. He's so much more into Christmas this year since he understands more of it. I don't think he understands the concept that Santa brings gifts on one special day, but he knows what Santa and Rudolph and elves and presents and Christmas trees are. He even "sings" Jingle Bells, which comes out something like "bumble bells, bumble bells, bumble bells, bumble bells, bumble bells..." on repeat. I'll have to try to post some video for y'all.

Aaaand, that's all folks. It was easier to come up with 10 things today! Hope everyone is doing well.

Friday, November 23, 2012

Post Thanksgiving Post

Nothing much to report here, but wanted to check in.

Our Wednesday-before-Thanksgiving tradition lives on. It was wonderful spending time with my Dad, Bonus Mom, and two family friends. Logan was his usual adorable self and the life of the party. I had some turkey (in small bites and covered in gravy), mashed potatoes, and the most amazing cranberry orange relish I've ever tasted in my life. De-lish!

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Thanksgiving Thursday was great, too. It was so nice to see my mom and brothers, and my Aunt being back home was the icing on the cake. (Or the {homemade} whipped cream on the {homemade} pumpkin pie?)


I ended up choosing Paula Deen's pumpkin pie recipe. My edges got a little brown because I had to crank up the temperature to get it to cook in time for us to leave the house. The 50 minutes suggested turned into more like 65-70 minutes. The only other thing I changed was to add in about 1/4 tsp of nutmeg and I was generous with my measurements of the cinnamon and ginger. The pie was a HUGE hit - every bit of it was eaten! I didn't even get a bite of it to taste for myself. Womp womp. 

The whipped cream recipe is from Cook's Country. The Hubs and I are slightly obsessed with America's Test Kitchen and Cook's Country, and watch the shows every time they're on PBS. I have made several of their recipes in the past (including this whipped cream for a 4th of July Strawberry Icebox Pie) and they have all turned out really well. 

Unfortunately, CC is stingy with almost all of their recipes and makes you pay for a "subscription" to see them. Lucky for you, I have a trial membership and can pass this recipe for no-fail, absolutely-the-best, you'll-never-go-back-to-the-stuff-in-the-can, homemade whipped cream on to you.  

Cook's Country Homemade Whipped Cream

4 oz. softened cream cheese
3 tablespoons sugar
1/2 teaspoon vanilla 
1 cup heavy cream

Directions: On medium speed, beat cream cheese, sugar and vanilla until smooth (approx. 30 seconds). With mixer running, add cream. Whip until stiff peaks form (approx. 2 minutes). Keep refrigerated. 

And that's it! Easy peasy and so worth the extra 5 minutes. The cream cheese really adds a great hint of flavor to the whipped cream and keeps it from being nothing but sweetness. I totally recommend you try it. 

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And after all that, I weighed in at 256.0 this morning. Not an official weigh-in, but having no restriction and two Thanksgiving dinners in two days? I am astonished at the loss. I'm trying really hard to keep it that way for next Wednesday's official weigh-in. 

I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving if you celebrated it! Did you make anything that you're particularly proud of? Did you have any unexpected food failures? Let me know! 

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

The Good:

Traditions. One of my favorite holiday traditions is an annual family Thanksgiving dinner with my Dad and Step Bonus Mom. Usually my Bonus Grandparents or a couple other family friends will join us too. Nice and small, and always on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving (that's tonight, folks!) at a very old and somewhat famous Ohio restaurant/hotel, The Golden Lamb. I love it because I get to see some of the people I love, while not having to frantically squeeze them in on Thanksgiving Day. And bonus, there's absolutely NO cooking or clean up!

Family. My Aunt Sandy (and her husband) just moved back to Ohio from Mississippi this past weekend, just in time for me to get to see her at my Mom's Thanksgiving tomorrow. Did you ever have a family member that was so fun, loving, and sweet that your face lit up every time you thought about them? That's my Aunt Sandy to me. She left Ohio for Mississippi a few years ago, and for me, it just felt like something was missing from every family get-together. I am grateful that she is back, and grateful that she will be living near my Mama so that they can spend lots of time together.

The Bad:

Time Limitations. While I'm super excited for dinner tonight and Thanksgiving tomorrow, I'm not thrilled that I have committed to make a pumpkin pie and homemade whipped cream for tomorrow's dessert. I haven't even picked a recipe or bought the supplies. Think of me if you're awake at 2 am, because I'll be up to my elbows in pumpkin at about that time. (Um, Anna, I think you're doing it wrong...)

Overestimating My Abilities. Christmas dish cloths will be the death of me. I counted up the list, and while it's not as bad as I thought (Only 15 sets! Only 30 dish cloths! Only!), I am less than half way finished crocheting and have less than a month to go. I will need 4 sets for December 8th, 2 sets for December 23rd, and 9 sets for Christmas day. Not to mention the packaging and wrapping, etc. However, I am excited to give a handmade gift and hope people will like them, even if they kill me.

The Ugly:

257.2. That's a gain of 2.8 pounds, which is exactly what my loss was last week. I am officially back to my surgery day weight, and officially in Bandster Hell.

















I pinned this picture on Pinterest a few weeks ago, and it has been my Bandster Hell mantra for the past couple of days. For too many years, my brain has been a big ol' playground bully to my body, and it needs to stop. Just because I can justify just about anything, just because I can make an excuse appear out of thin air, just because my emotions haven't been managed in healthy ways in the past, just because my bully of a brain wants to focus on past failures and make them seem to be future inevitablities - doesn't mean it has to continue that way.

I am making an effort to no longer be my own bully, and that (maybe plus a fill or two, or three...) will make me successful.

Happy Thanksgiving, my lovelies!

Monday, November 19, 2012

Oh, Hell.

I'm officially 12 days out from surgery, and this weekend, I made it to that lovely milestone called Bandster Hell. And let me tell you - y'all weren't lying.

I. Am. HAUNgry. (That's how my southern Mama pronounces it, all Paula Deen-like.)

This part just seriously sucks. To go from eating whatever you want, to 800 calorie diet, to liquid diet but not really feeling like eating, to soft and mushies, to OHMYGODEATALLTHEFOOD! It's seriously messing with my head.

And I totally admit to "testing" my band and eating some things that are definitely not defined as either soft OR mushy. So far, everything has gone down fine. I am really really working on eating slowly and remembering to chew, chew, chew. If there's something I'm doing well, I think it's that. I am chewing the eff out of this stuff. I do find myself (even with soft and mushies) feeling a sort of pressure in my chest after a bit of eating. Is that a bandster thing? Or a hiatal hernia fix thing? Enlighten me, please.

As of this morning, I have gained weight. And even though they told me that might happen and it's par for the course until you get your fills going, it's completely disheartening. I understand WHY I've gained. I went from eating 350 calories MAX on my liquids week to eating WAY more than 350 calories this weekend. I get the math, but it doesn't make it any easier to accept.

I'm making a seriously concerted effort at work today. I had a protein shake for breakfast, but I'm finding that they only keep me full until about 10 am, so I brought some sugar free Jello to snack on. I brought soft and mushies for lunch, and I'm trying really hard to remember lots of water.

Only 18 days until my first fill. Only 18 days until my first fill. Only 18 days until my first fill.

Ugh.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Wanna See Something?

I couldn't really think of anything interesting (or band related) to post about today, so I thought it might be cool to show you my messy desk!


Some points of interest on my little desk tour:


  • The married stress ball computers that sit on my monitor - one is for the learning management system that I created for our company, which is named after a male founder, and the other is for the learning management system of a company that we share best practices with, which just happens to be named after a female. They sit on my desk all lovey dovey like. 
  • The Dasani bottle with what looks like urine in it. It's actually Crystal Light Peach Mango Green Tea, and it is uber delish. 
  • My son on my computer screen looking super duper cute. 
  • The Michael Buble Christmas CD, which I've been listening to non-stop. 
  • A whole bunch of boring, work-related junk that you don't care about. 
Do you have anything fun or interesting on your desk? Do you even have a desk? I showed you mine, so you show me yours! 

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Back to Life, Back to Reality

(Do you have that song stuck in your head now? I'm sorry...)

Well, as the title implies, it's back to reality (read: work, blah) for me. Which is actually a good thing for the old blog here, because I found it hard to blog while I was at home recovering. I blog a lot from work when I'm procrastinating taking a short break, so being back now should prompt more frequent posts. Yay for you!

Recovery was actually a really nice time off for me, if you forget about the whole surgery and five incisions thing. My in-laws have had my son at their house since election Tuesday so that I could recover in peace, and while I miss the little bugger like crazy, I knew I wouldn't be able to really rest and relax with him in the house. He's 100% adorable, except when he's not. And being an almost 2-year-old, he has his non-adorable moments. So it has been really, really nice to be able to rest and know that he's having a blast at Grandma and Grandpa's house while I recover.

My R&R was spent mostly making Christmas presents. Since I'm a glutton for punishment, poor, and have a VERY large family, each year I try to find an economical way to make it through Christmas without breaking the bank. My parents are divorced and my Dad re-married into a large and lovely family, and then there's my husband's family, my mom and her family, and our friends. I consider myself lucky to be surrounded by so many awesome people, but at Christmas, it kind of makes me want to pull my hair out thinking about gifts.

Last year, I made each family a set of six bottle cap photo magnets with pictures of family/pets and cute scrapbook paper. It was a huge hit, and a relatively inexpensive way to give thoughtful gifts to everyone we love.

This year, I'm tapping into one of my (sort-of) talents and crocheting sets of dish cloths for each family. I am a novice crocheter and stick to simple things that require a short attention span and end up in a square or rectangle, so dish cloths are perfect. The Hubs and I went to Michaels and bought out the yarn section, and I've been a busy little bee ever since.

I actually have a couple skeins not pictured. I may have a problem. 
I've made two more since this picture was taken.
I haven't officially figured out how many sets I need to make (because I'm afraid to see that number) but I'm thinking it's in the 20-25 range. I have 3 sets "officially" done, so I'll be finished crocheting by the 4th of July or so. LOL

See? Glutton for punishment.

In other, actually band-related news:

I had my one week post-op appointment with one of the nurses at the office yesterday. Nothing exciting to report from that, except that she approved soft and mushies! Wahoo! I was so tired of liquids that scrambled eggs and mashed potatoes sounded like a steak dinner to me. Now, two weeks of soft and mushies (straight through Thanksgiving) and then it's on to "normal" foods. Easy peasy mac n' cheesy.

Surgery Day Weight: 257.2
One Week Weigh In: 254.4
Loss: 2.8 lb

I will SO take that!

Friday, November 9, 2012

Meet Tim Gunn...

Hey everyone! I made it through surgery, and have been resting at home for the past two days.

My weight on surgery day was 257.2, which was a loss of 6.6 pounds during my pre-op diet. Over all, I was down 12.8 pounds from my initial consultation weight on September 27th.

Here are some "official" pre-op photos. Nevermind the bathroom - we live in a tiny apartment that gets NO good natural light, so it was our only choice for the photo shoot.





Surgery day was quite an experience. I was scheduled for surgery at 1:00 pm, and we arrived at the hospital at 11 am just like they told us to. We waited in the lobby for about half an hour and then a nurse called me back . She gave me an awesome astronaut suit to put on - seriously, this was the coolest hospital gown I've ever seen. When I sat down, she hooked up a hose to it which blew in heated air to keep me warm.


Then she asked me a zillion questions and got down to business. She gave me a shot in my leg of something to help with anti-coagulation so I didn't develop blood clots, she gave me an anti-nausea pill, and placed an anti-nausea patch on my neck. She also checked my blood sugar, temperature, heart rate and blood pressure, and then attempted my IV. She tried in the back of my left hand first, but was unsuccessful, so she ended up having to do the IV on the inside of my left arm. O.U.C.H.

She was all done with me and the anesthesiologist came in to ask me a million more questions, and by this time it was 12:45. The nurse came back in and told me that my doctor was still performing an operation at the adjacent hospital and would probably be an hour late. Gee, just what I wanted to hear - let me sit here in my astronaut suit with an uncomfortable IV in my arm and just hang. Fun times!

Around 1:45, the nurse anesthetist came in and went through her whole schpeal, so I figured things were about to get moving. The last thing she said to me, though, was that the doctor still had another operation he needed to perform at the adjacent hospital and that it would probably be yet another hour. I was so not a happy camper at this point. I hadn't eaten or drank anything since the night before, and I didn't get a very good night's sleep because I stayed up until 2 am watching the presidential concession and acceptance speeches.

Anna was not happy.

Finally, at 2:56 pm (I remember looking at the computer to see what time it was) my surgeon came in and asked me if I was tired of waiting, to which I replied, "Um, yeah!" In hindsight, it probably would have been more prudent for me to be nicer to the guy who was about to cut me open and gut me, but I was grumpy and he was 2 hours late.

The good news was that once he got there, things moved fast as lightning. I walked myself back to the OR, laid down on the table and had like 5 or 6 different nurses doing stuff to me from every angle. I felt like I was in the Wash 'n Brush Up Company in the Merry Old Land of Oz! Within minutes, they had my arms out, my legs in the massage-y wrap-y thingies, and the anesthetist was saying, "Ok, here we go. Everything's going to be fine..." and I was out.

I woke up in recovery with a wonderful nurse named Martha, whom I remember having a whole conversation with regarding the fact that Logan loves to watch Martha Speaks. Human Martha had never heard of the show, so I had to explain to her that it was a cartoon dog who ate alphabet soup and could now talk. Human Martha wasn't too keen on my comparing her to a dog, but we got through that little bump in the road. I also remember some sort of conversation about Martha not wanting to see me naked, although I can't quite piece together how that came up or why. Must have had something to do with my awesome astronaut gown, though.

She wheeled me back to another recovery room where The Hubs was waiting, and I got some apple juice and put my clothes on, and headed home. We left the hospital at 5:45 pm.

I did not see the doctor after surgery, but The Hubs told me that he said everything went fine, and that they fixed my hiatal hernia, which was "larger than usual". Glad that's taken care of, but I was very surprised to see that it required an additional incision. For some reason, I thought he would be able to do that while he was already in there, but nope.

If you're squeamish, look away, because I'm about to show you a picture of my cottage cheese-y stomach and all five incisions...


Obviously, the one up top is the hiatal hernia fix, the one second from the left is my port, and the others are the instrument incisions. Right now, the only one that hurts is the port, and I can't feel the others at all. I have been taking my liquid narcotics just about every 4 hours, though, so that might be helping.

As far as food goes, I've been eating very little. I have felt hungry, though, which is surprising since so many people say you won't even want to think about eating after the surgery. I'm sticking to the all liquid diet, eating tomato soup, applesauce, pudding, and baby food. (The fruit baby foods are surprisingly not that bad!)

Oh, and the post title? You know how it's kind of a tradition in band land to name your band? I decided weeks ago that mine would be called Tim Gunn. One, because he's an awesome gay guy, and I love me some gay guys, and two, because his signature slogan is "Make it work!", and that's what I fully intend on doing with the help of this little guy!

I'm totally gonna make it work!

Thanks to you all for your thoughts and well wishes! I'm so excited to be on the band wagon! :)

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Today!

Hi all!

Just a quick note before we leave for the hospital. I will write a longer, more detailed post after I'm home and feeling better. For now, I'm super excited to finally be at this point. I have been wanting this for more than 2 years, and here it is.

Today's weigh in: 257.2, I'll take it!

I want to say thank you to all of you ladies (and men?) who have hung around my little bloggy home and read about my journey, and offered wonderful words of wisdom and support. I would be infinitely more anxious if it weren't for you. I'm looking forward to sharing my experiences with you all, since this is just the beginning!

Fired up, ready to go! :-)

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Liebsteriffic

The lovely Cheri at Staying In The Pink nominated me for a Liebster Award! Wooty-doo! 



This next paragraph is totally and shamelessly copied from Cheri's post, (1) because she says exactly what I want to say, and (2) because I'm lazy. 


{As mentioned elsewhere, "The Liebster Award is for bloggers with less than 200 followers. Liebster is a German word meaning dearest. The award is given to up-and-coming bloggers who deserve recognition and support to keep on blogging."}  


The rules:
1. Think of 11 facts you'd like to share about yourself.
2. Answer the questions I asked.
3. Think of 11 questions you'd like to ask.
4. Nominate 5 bloggers who have less than 200 followers.*

*I think there's some wiggle room there. I won't tell. 

Okey dokey, Smokey. Eleven facts about little ol' moi. Prepare thyself for a roller coaster ride. 

1) Je parle un peu Francais. 

2) I was in my high school show choir. Yes, just like Glee, and yes, I live in Ohio. 

3) One of my ultimate bucket list items is to sing in a close harmony girl group a la The Andrews Sisters or The Puppini Sisters. Awesomesauce-ness below. 


4) I have an older sister who I (and the rest of my family) do not communicate with. I also have two younger brothers who are almost 17 and almost 18 years old. I can't believe they are soon to graduate from high school. I'm old now.  

5) I met my husband through Yahoo! Personals. Online dating for the win! 

6) I have four (count 'em, four) tattoos. One moon with stars, one tribal sun, one tropical sunset with water and palm trees, and one hummingbird with pink flowers. I would tattoo myself into a carnie if I thought my husband wouldn't leave me. 

7) I am an atheist who grew up in a Southern Baptist family. 

8) I am amazed and surprised at how being a mother has fundamentally changed who I am as a person. And how emotional it has made me. I can't handle seeing sad kids, hurt kids, kids being bullied, or especially babies without coats or shoes with their parents at Walmart at midnight. I still don't know (and don't WANT to know) the details of the story about the toddler who was killed at the zoo recently. Why would I click on that headline?!?!?!

9) My first college major (Go University of Cincinnati!) was Secondary Education - English. My second college major was Communication, and my current college major (Go Western Governor's University!) is Interdisciplinary Studies (which is a fancy term for an Elementary Education degree). 

10) I am an unapologetic grammar Nazi. 

11) I'm having Lap Band surgery tomorrow! Shocker! 

Cheri's 11 questions for me:

1)  You are throwing a dinner party  - what three famous people would you invite? Can they be dead? If so, e.e. Cummings, Edgar Allen Poe, and Janis Joplin. If they have to be alive, I'd go with Ellen Degeneres, JK Rowling and a tie between Warren Buffett/Michelle Obama. 

2)  Who was your first crush? I don't remember my first crush on a "real" person, but my first celebrity crush was probably Johnathan Brandis from Seaquest DSV. 
11-year-old Anna was SO gonna marry you, JB!
3) What would your dream job be? Something that paid excellent money while making people happy all day long. If it paid better, I would totally be a flower delivery person or some such awesomeness. Someone else would deliver for funerals, though. I'd get Valentines Day, birthdays and anniversaries. 

4) Favorite television show? Ever? Gilmore Girls. I own the series and have watched it all the way through at least 10 times. Currently? Modern Family, followed closely by The Neighbors and Dancing With The Stars. It should be noted that I am one of those crazies who does not have cable. I watch a lot of PBS. (And you should too!)

5) You are being served your last meal on earth...what do you want? Oh, holy hell. Seriously, you're going to ask a girl who is on her last day of an 800 calorie pre-op diet this question? E-V-I-L. 

My mom's family recipe for Chicken Casserole, homemade mashed potatoes, corn on the cob and LOTS of yeasty rolls with butter. And some of Vandalia, Ohio's Jim's donuts for dessert. 

It's so not obvious why I'm having Lap Band surgery, is it? 

6) Place you haven't been yet and want to see? So many! New York City, for one.
 
7) Something that annoys the snot out of you? When traffic is backed up on the highway and someone drives on the shoulder to get to an exit. You are NO MORE IMPORTANT than the rest of us, douche canoe! (End rant.)

8) Something that will always make you smile? My son. Totally. Even when he's being a total spaz and Tasmanian Devil-ing all over my house. 

9) Oprah, Dr Phil, Kelly Rippa, and Barbara Walters are on a boat. It's going to sink unless you throw two of them off into shark infested waters. Who are you dumping? Oy. Hard one. Dr. Phil is gone, no problem. Kelly Rippa definitely stays. One because she's tiny, and two because she's hilarious. I think Barbara Walters would stay too. Sorry, Oprah! 

10)You can wave a magic wand and solve ONLY ONE world problem (ie: water for everyone). Which would you solve? Poverty? Is that too broad spectrum? If so, then hunger. 

11) What are three things you most like about who you are?
a) I'm fat girl funny. You know that survival trait? I got it down, man.
b) I am open-minded and accepting. 
c) I am outgoing.


And the nominees are...
(Sorry if you've already been nominated or won. Just ignore me.)


My 11 questions:
1) If you could make one of your significant other's annoying traits disappear, what would it be?
2) If you could have chosen to be born in a different country, would you? And where?
3) What book/tv/theater character is most like you? 
4) Explain one mortifying moment in your life. (Not technically a question, but DEAL.)
5) What exotic animal (not cat/dog/bunny, etc.) would you keep in your backyard if you could get away with it?
6) What article of clothing would you never wear if you could get away with it?
7) Who inspires you?
8) What is your most annoying trait?
9) What is one thing you wish you could do?
10) What did you want to be when you grew up?
11) What is your favorite dessert?


Monday, November 5, 2012

It's Almost Time, a Hodge Podge of Thoughts


  1. Blood work
  2. Fitness Consultation
  3. Nutrition Consultation
  4. Sign Pre-op Paperwork
  5. EKG
  6. Start pre-op diet (10/24)
  7. Pay in full (10/24)
  8. Pre-op physical (10/26)
  9. Stop taking all medications (11/1)
  10. Start Hibiclens (11/4)
  11. Pick up post-op meds (11/5)
  12. SURGERY DAY (11/7)
  13. Post-op Follow-Up (11/14)
  14. First Fill (12/7)
As you can see, we're all caught up on THE LIST up to the big one - surgery day. 

I'm not nervous anymore. I'm not really scared of the surgery. Right now, I really just want to get it over with, because that means my pre-op diet is over. I know, I know, after surgery is when the real diet fun begins. You don't have to tell me that. I'm just looking forward to getting the surgery over with and starting to learn how to live with the band. 

The surgeon's office called in my meds early, so The Hubs picked those up on Friday. They prescribed me Loritab Elixir (which I have heard tastes just lovely!), and Promethazine, which is an anti-nausea medication. What I don't understand is that one is liquid and one is pills, so why couldn't they give me the Loritab in pill form so that I don't have to drink the gross liquid? Meh. 

I also found the Hibiclens at the Wal of Marts, and took my first shower (of three) with it. Now, I graduated from high school. I'm (mostly) college educated...one would think that I'd be able to handle soap and water with no problem, right? DUDE. That stuff is so thin, it might as well BE water. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get it to lather for shit. But I will try again tomorrow. I will not let showering beat me. LOL

Looking back on THE LIST and the past posts about this surgery, I can't believe my surgery will be happening exactly two months after my first post about the possibility. September 7th, I said, "Hey, this might be happening!" and in 2 days on November 7th, it really will be happening. Sur-real. The quickness of my process is one of the only things I'm grateful about with not being covered by insurance. 

And speaking of cost, I'm not sure I ever really broke it down for you. My self-pay options were: (1) an $11,900 surgery which included two years of aftercare visits, or (2) a $9,900 surgery which included my surgery follow-up, but aftercare visits cost $75 each. 

The Hubs and I decided to go with the $9,900 package. I would have to go to aftercare visits more than once a month for the next two years in order to make that $2000 worth it, and I just can't see that happening. I know that I will be going in, but I haven't read anyone's bandster story that mentions going in every 3 weeks for an entire two years. 

Anyhoo...$9,900 is the total cost of my surgery. We paid $350 of that for the Consultation Fee, and then the rest is divided up between financing through Care Credit and our very own cold, hard cash. I will be paying off the financed portion for the next four to five years unless I win the lottery. 

So that's it. Surgery is paid for, I've lost enough weight through my pre-op diet to be cleared to go, and all I have left to do is call the surgery center to answer my pre-op questionnaire. Oh, and I also have to stock up on post-op liquids and take pre-op photos. Once all that is done, it's just show up, get an IV, go to sleep, and wake up to my new life! 

I am SO ready.