PRE-OP DAY 1

I made it through the first day of a 3-day liquid diet.  I have been drinking and drinking and running to the washroom seems like every 10 minutes.  I don't know how I am going to travel tomorrow for 2.5 hours without the washroom nearby.  I might have to invest in some depends! lol

As I looked back on Day 1 Pre-op, I am aware of a few instances today where I wanted to eat, not because I was hungry, but my circumstance at the time triggered an "eating habit".  Once such instance was thinking about everything I had to do today to get ready for leaving.  I would think of something I had to do and then another something would come to mind.  It got to the point where I didn't know what to do first; I became overwhelmed and felt like I needed to go find something to eat.  My husband made popcorn after supper and the smell took me right into the theater where we always have a popcorn and kitkats.  I so badly wanted that kitkat.   Thank goodness it only lasted a couple of minutes.

I'd like to change the subject here and talk a bit about the reactions I have gotten when I told people that I was having the sleeve done.  

When I decided for sure that this is what I was doing, I wanted to tell everybody I saw.  I wanted to talk about what was to take place. So I started telling a person here and a person there and was actually quite surprised at the negative reactions I received.  Out of about maybe the first 10 people I spoke with only 2 were positive responses.   I soon found out from others and from reading Vertical Sleeve Talk, that this seemed to be the norm and that most of us quit telling others so that we would not become discouraged.     Today seemed to be a different story though and everybody that I spoke with was encouraging and wished me well.  It actually calmed me down a bit, so was grateful to these people today.

I have not told my Mom or Dad, as they would just worry.  I do not have the full support of hubby on this one and a few of my sons are not that keen either, but said they would support me if that is what I wanted.  Hubby is still trying to come to grips and hopes I don't come home in a wheelchair.  I believe that I will be just fine!

One word of advice to those who might be thinking about having this done; if someone starts telling you about this person or that person and all the horrible things that happened to them, please remember that unless you have talked to that person yourself, the story is not what it seems.

Until tomorrow. We all DESERVE to be accepted!    Ange