Sunday, January 30, 2011
Let the countdown begin
It's Sunday afternoon. My surgery is on Thursday. Pretesting is Tuesday. What am I feeling? So freaking hungry. Don't forget nauseas and lightheaded. 800 calories (and all the water you can drink) is no joke. I have to keep reminding myself that this is all for the greater good. Hopefully this will stop soon. For the greater good, for the greater good, for the greater good. . .I'll keep chanting this until I believe it.
Monday, January 24, 2011
To Dr. Oz or to not Dr. Oz
So, I was watching Dr. Oz on DVR and they were talking about the new points program on Weight Watchers. I've been on Weight Watchers and every other kind of watcher program you can think of. I kept saying to myself, if it were that easy, why couldn't I do it? This was/is my Aha moment. When you've tried everything, try something totally different. I now am 100 percent certain that this surgery is exactly what I need. Maybe I'll quit watching Dr. Oz for a while. I don't know if my psyche can take it.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Agony, lol
So, this is the third day of this 800-calorie liquid diet. Complete and utter torture. I hate this and it still sucks. Please, Lord, let this be over soon.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Goodness gracious
I am going to have to blog more often or every post is going to take an hour to read. Once again, lots of things have been going on. On Wednesday I went to my first support group for bariatric patients. There was a lady there who was 30 days post-op and she lost 25 pounds. I really enjoyed the group and plan on going again. I'm so glad my daughter and mom went with me. They are a great encouragement. I totally loved the vibe of the group. There was a guy there who obviously didn't know what kind of surgery he signed up for. He complained about plateauing but was eating like he wanted to and blaming his daughter for it. Even my daughter said he was a goof. It was funny though when the group told him about himself. I'm blessed to have found a group that's in Canton and that I like.
Today, however, is a new day. I started the 800 calorie diet. I am hungry, tired, a bit irritable and yet, here I am watching the Food Network. To know me is to love me and my crazy thought patterns. I did have a small bite of my daughter's pizza. Last night I had the one thing that I crave, Little Caesar's Italian cheese bread. It was soooooooo good. But alas, this is all for the greater good. I just wish the greater good better.
Today, however, is a new day. I started the 800 calorie diet. I am hungry, tired, a bit irritable and yet, here I am watching the Food Network. To know me is to love me and my crazy thought patterns. I did have a small bite of my daughter's pizza. Last night I had the one thing that I crave, Little Caesar's Italian cheese bread. It was soooooooo good. But alas, this is all for the greater good. I just wish the greater good better.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Rejoice Rejoice Rejoice
When I said that I wouldn't write another post until I knew something, I didn't know it would take so long. This may be a very long entry to work with me. So many things have happened in the past few weeks.
At the beginning of November, I received a call from my insurance company. I was told there was some error and I wasn't covered for bariatric surgery after all. I was at work. The lady then went on to tell me that there wasn't any reason to appeal and pretty much, that was it. I was devastated. I called my mom and told her, barely able to not cry. I did that all the way home. The moment I say my parents, the floodgates opened and I couldn't catch my breath for crying so hard. Needless to say, they were worried. I couldn't eat, my head hurt. I was a mess.
A week later I finally told the few other people that knew about my experience, still hurt from the rejection. They encouraged me to appeal it anyway. I decided to wait until the new year, no sense in a second rejection during the holidays.
To add insult to injury, a few days before New Years I received notification from my insurance company that all the expenses from the Cleveland Clinic were ineligible and I had to pay everything. My sadness became anger. It was a slap in the face. Who has an extra few thousand laying around their house?
One of the first days in January I e-mailed our benefits coordinator about the bills. She looked into for me and for that I'll be forever grateful. My insurance company said there was a "wording error" in our policy that automatically made my request rejected. They were going to change it and I am now eligible for the surgery and all other related expenses at our highest tier. The woman who originally called me to say that I wasn't eligible, called to say I was covered. This time she was so sweet and nice. Last time she was very matter-of-fact about the whole process. She even called the Cleveland Clinic personally with all the information so I didn't have to wait to schedule my surgery. At the end of the call, she said "if there is anything you need, please call me." I wanted to slap her but oh well. It all turned out in the end. My surgery date is Feb. 3 and I'm so excited I can't hardly stand it. I'm so glad that I didn't go with my first impulse which was to call and curse her out! So I will be blogging more and more. I'm so ready for this.
At the beginning of November, I received a call from my insurance company. I was told there was some error and I wasn't covered for bariatric surgery after all. I was at work. The lady then went on to tell me that there wasn't any reason to appeal and pretty much, that was it. I was devastated. I called my mom and told her, barely able to not cry. I did that all the way home. The moment I say my parents, the floodgates opened and I couldn't catch my breath for crying so hard. Needless to say, they were worried. I couldn't eat, my head hurt. I was a mess.
A week later I finally told the few other people that knew about my experience, still hurt from the rejection. They encouraged me to appeal it anyway. I decided to wait until the new year, no sense in a second rejection during the holidays.
To add insult to injury, a few days before New Years I received notification from my insurance company that all the expenses from the Cleveland Clinic were ineligible and I had to pay everything. My sadness became anger. It was a slap in the face. Who has an extra few thousand laying around their house?
One of the first days in January I e-mailed our benefits coordinator about the bills. She looked into for me and for that I'll be forever grateful. My insurance company said there was a "wording error" in our policy that automatically made my request rejected. They were going to change it and I am now eligible for the surgery and all other related expenses at our highest tier. The woman who originally called me to say that I wasn't eligible, called to say I was covered. This time she was so sweet and nice. Last time she was very matter-of-fact about the whole process. She even called the Cleveland Clinic personally with all the information so I didn't have to wait to schedule my surgery. At the end of the call, she said "if there is anything you need, please call me." I wanted to slap her but oh well. It all turned out in the end. My surgery date is Feb. 3 and I'm so excited I can't hardly stand it. I'm so glad that I didn't go with my first impulse which was to call and curse her out! So I will be blogging more and more. I'm so ready for this.
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