
Well, we got the call from Emory this afternoon ........

I can ALMOST spit NAILS!

They don't have a big enough time allotment for me until September 12!!!

UNFRICKENBELIEVAB!LE!!

Are these people THAT ignorant to HUMAN SUFFERING????? My gawd, we have been dealing with them since April, week after week I get sicker! My goodness ... I am NOT a new bariatric patient!

I am one who has a botched VBG, can't eat frickin food, fevered, infection riddling my body and STILL another THIRTY-FOUR DAYS!

I'm on late (as you can tell, gettin up at 4AM I am usually down for the night by now) But not long before I had hung up with my sister to tell her the date my 'HUSBAND' and I started the bickering!

He has NO CLUE how it really feels to be the ONE that CANNOT fricking eat, have tons of medical professionals poke and prod you for what is NOW close to FIVE months, not to have A SINGLE PERSON really understand the discomfort you are having. Sure he is living with it AND me but he can only EMPATHIZE!

So I have ONCE AGAIN unpacked my bags and told him I AM calling Emory FIRST THING in the morning and telling them JUST where they can stick it!!! MY GAWD THIS IS RIDICULOUS!

At this point I REALLY don't give a tiny rat's ***you know *** if I have the dang surgery or not!
I did the right thing twelve years ago, got my stomach stapled, lost boo coo weight and then my life gets ripped upside down because of the defects in the procedure. Sure, if I had done ALL THE WRONG things, overate, didn't exercise, ate all the wrong crap and did this to myself that would be TOTALLY different! But I DIDN'T. I have done EVERYTHING that I was supposed to do! Up until mid April I was still exercising religiously five or six days a week, grazing small meals, mostly veggies to boot, and now these people with a God complex take their sweet ole time not giving a hoot about my health, making things even more difficult and unbearable than needed!

So if this evening continues at the rate it has with my husband I'm considering just repacking my bag but this time with all my new fat clothes and telling the world kiss my butt and just disappearing into the sun! Never have I met people like we have at Emory so set on making life sux beyond belief!