And It Goes A Little Something Like This

The doctors visit went as expected. I decided while my butt was hanging in the wind that the thin piece of paper under me wasn't really protecting me from those before me. To make matters worse, because I sweat when I'm nervous, the paper was stuck to my butt when the doctor asked me to stand up. I'm trying to pull the paper off me and stay covered up. Hard to do when the "gown" is open to the back. Then he wants me to bend over in front of him so he can look at the alignment of my shoulders and spine (he's an osteopath). Luckily I did have a paper drape to hold over my holy land. The nurse was standing behind me and says to me later, "I was noticing the back of your hair when I was standing behind you. How do you get it to do that?" I laughed really loud and said, "Thank God! I'm just glad you were looking at my hair and not my butt!"

Dr. Googly Eyes was totally amazed at my blood work. He said that he could see 200 patients and none of them would have results as good as mine. He said that he has to admit that a fat person can be healthy.

I was impressed with the weight loss surgery center since they had already sent their final report to my doctor which means that they have sent it to the insurance company. It took less than two days. The doctor had to get one last final dig in by reading part of the report to me and adding his own words. When he got to the part where the doctor had described my abdomen (good bowel sounds & soft) he said, "Abdomen, abundant." I said, "Thanks for telling me that. It really made me feel much better about myself." I can't wait until I don't have anything for him to comment about. I highly doubt that he makes rude remarks about women who aren't overweight.

This doctor is well respected in the community. He is the Chief of Staff at one of the local hospitals. He's also 78 years old. He loves Mr. Sign and my kids. I only stick with him because he really is good at what he does. I decided he doesn't like me because I have some medical knowledge (I was going to be a doctor in my previous life) and have diagnosed Mr. Sign and my kids before he has. He seems to be misogynistic and can't seem to believe that a mother would know what's wrong with her children.

I'm excited because all of my info is now being considered at the insurance company. I should know soon whether or not I will be having gastric bypass surgery.

I had to work yesterday (Saturday) because we are so busy at work. Today we are planting all the annuals and the garden. It's hotter than Hades here. It's supposed to be 90 and humid. I hope I live through it.