And she told me to see my therapist every week for the next 3 months and THEN comeback for clearance.
LET ME TELL YOU HOW FUCKING DISCOURAGED AND UNINSPIRED I HAVE BEEN! I play this scenario out in my head where I shout at her, telling her I don’t need this surgery for weight loss, but to help my severe hiatal hernia, GI issues/GERD. I neglected to tell her this in the appointment, hence it being a scenario in my head.
I have every intention of talking to my therapist about it on Tuesday... give her the clinical psychologist’s card that was given to me to call her or e-mail, whatever, explain to her that its not feasible for me to see her once a week for the next three months.
That said, I also see the doctor that works with the bariatric surgeon in a week or so, too. Plus my psychiatrist (who incidentally used to give psych evals for a bariatric surgeon in another surrounding city) and see what she says.
It’s not like I don’t have people who have my back, or my “cheerleaders” as the dr put it and can vouch for me, that while yes, I have “severe anxiety” (fuck that, I have generalized anxiety disorder and social anxiety), that I DO use coping mechanisms and take medication to help with it. And once I saw the doctor that works with my bariatric surgeon and the nutritionist, I felt better about this whole ordeal. Its the surgery itself that scares the piss out of me!
Anyway, so I’m discouraged now due to the damn psychologist. I’m not doing anything different than what I was before. Still eating better in order to do the 3 months of documented weight loss. TRYING to exercise, but my joints won’t stop subluxing, so I am going to talk to the dr about that. Might have to get kinetic tape or something.
Tonight I ate a LOT of fruit. Way more than I should have. I didn’t binge, just kiiinda overate. I’m trying to be mindful about the “limited real estate” that I’ll be dealing with one I have with the Roux-En-Y or gastric bypass. And my mom had to food police me about it, “YOU PROBABLY ATE ABOUT 4 SERVINGS!”. She also bought me a candy bar. Getting mixed signals from her. Food policing me, yet trying to enable me. I DON’T GET HER. 🙄🙄🙄🙄
So yeah, to say I’m overwhelmed and discouraged is a bit of an understatement.
At least I have the upper GI and labs to look forward to on Monday to see whether or not I have Gastroparesis, if that’s causing my slow-transit bowel movements.