Selling Sno-Cones at the Beach

weight loss surgery part 2

Today B. starts his pre-op for the weight loss surgery on Tuesday. Clear liquids only, and a complete cleanout of the GI tract. Ewww, 'nuff said about THAT.

I didn't sleep well last night - partly the wine, but more the anxiety. We had the "what I want you to do if I lapse into a coma" conversation last night, which made me very upset. Right now, I'm feeling that B. is exactly fine the way he is and we can deal with any future medical problems, and he should just cancel out. (This is why I was so adamant that the decision be entirely his - so he wouldn't have to take into account my contradictory and vacillating opinions.)

Yesterday - and now - I wish I could crawl into a comfortable little hole of oblivion and just stay there for awhile. Let's hope the Sunday papers can pull me out of these doldrums. We need all-consuming activities today and tomorrow - movies, trashy books, thrill rides - activities that engage us completely.