So, I have been leaving comments all over the place saying that my surgery is May 9th - I might even have said May 7th on some. My surgery is scheduled for May 1st. Yes in 4 days. This Friday. Holy shit! I have no clue what the hell I was thinking when I gave wrong dates. Only thing I can think of is that my daughter's junior prom is on May 9th so maybe I was projecting myself to that happy event when I'll be a week out from surgery and watching my gorgeous daughter in her beautiful dress going with a cute boy who asked her per below. (I put what the signs say in the caption in case you can't read. He also brought a bunch of balls with "Prom?" written on them and also brought her roses.) She was hoping this guy would ask her. It's even more special because it's my daughter's first date.
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I finally got the the balls to ask you to Prom? |
I'm not going to lie. I am freaking out a bit. I think a part of me didn't think it was going to happen since I hadn't received my auth. Psych!
My pre-op diet is easy. Clear liquids 48 hours before surgery with no liquids after midnight night before surgery. I don't really feel like eating much anyway because I'm so nervous.
My husband is out of town for the next 3 days which really sucks because he is one of only two people who knows about the surgery (besides my blog buddies - obviously). My daughters know I am having surgery, but I've told them it's to have the band removed. I may tell them down the road, but I don't want to put them in the position of having to lie if other people start asking questions. I told everybody and their mother about my band and felt like I was under a microscope all the time. This time I want to do the surgery on my terms.
I'm sure I'll post again this week since I don't have anybody to talk to and I'm a nervous wreck.