I hear that Morrissey is…problematic. Ah well. The song somewhat fits the theme of this post.
Tomorrow is the day! Gastric sleeve surgery!
I am both nervous and excited. I’ve never had any sort of surgery before. I’m also nervous as to what other people think. A few people that I’ve told think that I don’t need it. Which is sweet of them to say; I guess I carry my weight well. But I have a BMI of over 40, and I’m 100 pounds overweight, which means I’m an ideal candidate for the surgery. So there we go. I check in at 9am, and surgery is at 11. The surgeon said it should take an hour to an hour and a half. I’m nervous about the lifestyle change that comes along with this. Different diet, wayyyyyyyy smaller amounts of food. No more Tour de Fat. I know I can do this, though. And it will all be worth it when my cholesterol is lower, my blood pressure is normal, I (hopefully) don’t snore anymore, I’m less achy and have more energy. It also won’t hurt that I’ll be a (smaller) hotty pototty.
I plan on taking pictures and videos. Maybe something amusing will come out of my mouth while I’m hopped up on painkillers.
Most of all, I just hope this goes smoothly. Wish me luck.