I took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and dialed. I was nervous. My heart was beating fast. The line seemed to ring forever. They finally answered, "Kane Center for Bariatric Surgery." I talked fast, anxious to just get the information out before I backed out, chickened out like I have been for the past two months. The receptionist had a smile in her voice as she asked me to repeat myself.
"I haven't gotten a fill in about 10 months due to some issues, but I think it's time to come back."
"OK, then you will need some bloodwork done, an X-ray to insure the band is still in the right place, and an appointment with the surgeon."
Gulp. I was hoping to just get an appointment with the physician's assistant so that I could kind of tip-toe back into the process. But, nope, ain't gonna happen that way.
So, my first appointment back is set for July 30. At 12:15PM. This is good, right? This is good.
It gives me a couple weeks to get back to liquids and soft foods, to come down off my Diet Coke addiction, to get back into the mid-frame that I am doing this not only for myself, but so that I am around a long time for my kids and husband.
So, fine, I will do this. I will be brave. I will be strong. I am sure I will cry and kick and scream, but I will do this.