Another step ..

Saw my primary care physician today, brought him chocolate as a bribe because it's Valentine's Day.  He's a bit of a chocoholic, or so I understand.  I had spoken to his nurse a week ago and she said "Well .. talk to him.  He doesn't usually do diets."  She said it like I was asking him to monitor my body piercing spree.  So I came prepared today.  Chocolate because it is a legitimate gift on a recognized holiday, and paperwork from my surgeon's office explaining what was required.

A little voice in the back of my head was remembering when my therapist (yes I've done that too) sent me to him asking for an anti-depressant and hearing him say "I'm not going to be any one's prescription pad."  So he proceeded to question me for a couple of minutes to find out why my therapist thought I needed meds, and when I burst into tears in the middle of it he was all ..okay I'll give you the drugs!

Mmm.. Toblerone

Today, he saw the chocolate, looked over the paperwork and said sure, we can do this!  WHEW!!!

After making 5 consecutive future appointments I was on my way out when one of the ladies in the office asked what I was having done.  I told her and she said "Oh I wanted to do that!  I signed up for a seminar but I didn't go."  She asked me how you get approved and when I told her about the sleep study, the psychologist, the diet .. she said "Nah!  Too much work!"  and dismissed the idea completely.  Which is fine, I'm not about talking people into doing this too.  But my thought was - she doesn't want it badly enough, cause even fat girls will jump through hoops when they really want something.

Figures

While my Mom was visiting I went to have blood work done, I had an order from my doctor and it was getting closer to my next appointment. Bad news was, a couple of days later there was a message on my answering machine telling me the doc wanted to order more tests. My TSH was out of whack, my lipids, and my glucose was bad.

New tests run and my Hemoglobin A1C was in the diabetic range, my triglycerides are out of this world, and by some of the other numbers apparently I have an infection or inflammation somewhere. Gr-r-r.

Watching my Mom with her COPD/Emphysema I felt grateful I had quit smoking years ago. Also observing her attraction to junk food annoyed me because I have that myself. But she is about 5 foot nothing and about 100 lbs - and has always been that way. I'm - not that.

So tomorrow is my doctor's appointment and I will take my lumps. Or gastric sleeve maybe, yeah - that's the ticket!

We will see. Hopefully I will at least remember to shave my legs first.