I found a new surgeon!
He did a hernia surgery on a friend of a friend that was about a million times worse than mine and she weighed more than I did. He did gastric bypass on her at the same time. He did a phenomenal job. Like. Amazing.
I have a consultation with him next Friday right after Physics. I’m *so* excited.
A little nervous, too. I’m afraid I’m going to get the hard sell for bariatric surgery. While my friend and her friend tell me that he’s just not that kind of doctor and that he doesn’t push for the RNY surgery … I’m still nervous.
It’s kind of like in the cartoon where the one cartoon looks at the other cartoon and he turns into a hot dog or a pork chop – except I’m afraid when I walk in I’ll look like a big cartoon scalpel. Not as cute as a hot dog for sure. Not that hot dogs are cute…you know what I mean. LOL
I’ve researched so much about bariatric surgery – mostly the whole “no long term studies” portion of the program – and it scares me to death. Plus, I don’t want to contribute to the inflated numbers of health care in America for the Obese – a large part of which is a $20,000+ surgery all doctors are recommending to all fat patients. At $20k a fattie, those costs add up fast and make us all look like a total drain on the system. Well, also changing those BMI numbers…or using them at all…Ok, now I’m just going down a rabbit hole I don’t want to go down. It ends in anger and frustration and railing wildly against ignorance – and that’s not the prescription for happiness for my life. I may not have any problem with confrontation, but confronting raw ignorance is not something I would ever choose to do willingly.
There are too many people that want to change the world who are going to tilt at all the windmills. The world doesn’t need me to join in that chorus.
So I’m getting my surgery. From a surgeon with a fabulous reputation. The “I graduated from high school at 12 and never wanted to be anything but a doctor” doctor. The doctor with a “I wore a bracelet and added a bead every time my son got chemo then it got too long so now it’s a necklace” heart. Talk about a perfect combination. Caring and whip-smart. I might swoon.