I talked to the insurance company today. The woman who answered the phone sounded frail and confused. She tried to tell me that I had an approval letter mailed to me on August 31. I told her that my husband had received a letter but I hadn't. She said, "Oh, I guess that they have confused your cases. "
I think the old broad was on crack so I'm not putting too much hope into the fact that she said I had been approved and a letter was mailed on Oct. 3rd. After all I've been through with the insurance company, I remain slightly leary.
On the other hand, my insides are screaming a "hallelujah, it's about f-ing time!" It's amazing how much you invest emotionally in placing your future somewhere that you have no control over.
The surgery center is booking surgeries for November. I guess this means I have to stop eating everything in sight. I'm quite sure I have gained since I was in the surgeon's office in May. I gave myself permission to eat anything I wanted with little restraint. I figured it didn't matter either way. If I was going to have the surgery, I would be able to lose weight later. If I was denied the surgery, I was going to die anyway, so what was the difference?
The decision to have WLS was not taken lightly and once I made up my mind, I felt nothing could stop me. I have always claimed not to be depressed, but the waiting and thinking I could be denied, made me feel completely out of control. I think this anxiousness could be classified as a form of depression. I dunno.
So, I'm taking a deep breath and trying to contain my excitement.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Cautiously Optimistic
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I'm first!!!
*tries not to get too excited for you*
*does a small happy dance*
****does the friggin happy dance bitatch*****
shit woman.. like they could say no to you.. I cant even say no to you.. I remember.. have another jello shot.. have another jello shot..
couldnt say no to you then.. cant do it now..
LOVE YOU!
OK, I can not dance. And I am telling you it is not pretty but even I am doing the happy dance. I have a good feeling Sign.
OK, so as not to jynx anything I will be quiet now but you know ... Roxi does have a point... passes Roxi a green Sign Gurl jello shot.
maybe that's been the hold-up all along -- they've confused your cases!
holding off on the happy dance for now... but keeping fingers crossed...
Egad - good luck! I know the whole back story, but I sure hope it all works out for the best for you. In the meantime, maybe you should throw some mud on your car & go back to that car wash.
Yeahhhh!!!
I remember when I got mine I sat in my kitchen and cried. My daughter cried with me she was so excited and my honey? he sat there wondering how his life was going to change. "you're going to leave me....blah blah blah". I was so excited and scared-probably just like you now.
So very cool! I hope the old bag knew what she was talkin bout!!!
Happy happy joy joy!
KJ~ Thanks for keeping the excitement contained.
Roxi~ There's other things you cannot refuse. My margaritas!
Barman~ I want a blue jello shot. Can you hook me up?
Terry~ I hope that they haven't been confusing us but considering all the hold ups, anything's possible.
Rat~ I'm on my way back to the car wash today ;)
Kimmy~ I'm not letting my brain process this until I receive the letter.
I've got my fingers and toes crossed for you buddy. Let's hope the insurance company finally has their shit together. Surgery right before the holidays? That's gonna be hard.
Jenn, with all the waiting, confusion and up's and down's of course you are going to get down.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed that they get you in there in November once and for all.
Let's hope the old bat was right!
Good luck! *fingers crossed for ya*
ohhh...and pass me a jello shot, too. ;)
BabyDoll, this is GONNA happen. You're too damned stubborn and motivated to back down. Look how hard you've fought, already - they KNOW you mean business and would be fools to continue "losing the paperwork", and such. I'm doing the happy dance, too. In my pink and green pajamas, no less. Hey, this has to be a good day, too - I managed to get to your blog! *peck* Can I join in? hehe
Waiting is torture. And you have been waiting all summer it seems like. Something has to give soon, kiddo. Just hang in there. It's gonna all work out.
Holy Hilarity, I can't remember the last time I heard one woman call another woman a "broad". You are my NEW HERO. I have to go touch myself now.
wow - it must be complete hell waiting for an insurance company to make decisions. i have enough of a hard time with the notion that a doctor is going to decide what the hell happens to me
Honey dont tempt me...
I will come up there to commender some of them margaritas babe.. Me gusta que tequila..
Me encantan tequila..
fuck it..
YEEEE HAWWWWW
*crosses fingers*
hang in there jenn....i'm rooting for you!!!
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