Time to breathe...

Cynthia and I moved over the weekend -- I can't believe how stressful and difficult this process was.  We weren't ready when the movers arrived on Thursday, so we just had them take the furniture and several cartons.  That left the remaining three days (our landlord gave us extra time) to continue packing up our place -- shuttling stuff to storage, to the local thrift shop for donation, and out to our new apartment (actually, a small cottage).  Aside from the break we took on Saturday to meet Rich for breakfast (a sweet guy, by the way), we worked from morning until late at night and filled the dumpster we hired to capacity with stuff we discarded!

It was physically and mentally exhausting, and it broke my heart how Cynthia had to do most of the heavy work due to my physical limitations.  The main problem was my back – I can neither stand nor walk for more than a few minutes at a time, and carrying / lifting were out of the question.  I never felt so “disabled” in my entire life, and it really hit home for me how necessary this surgery is if I ever hope to give her a better life -- and to reclaim my health and mobility.

With all this going on last week, I really didn't have time to give much thought to my surgery, and I'm concerned about losing my focus.  I need to get back to basics and review things like the food I need to have available for when I return home, etc.  Right now, I feel as though I am living in a warehouse -- cartons of our things everywhere and the unpacking process is so slow-going.  I really didn't want to be this stressed and distracted just before surgery...

 I'm glad I have a therapy appointment tomorrow, and that my therapist had her RNY with the same surgeon (she also runs a WLS support group which I attend).  Also, my ultrasound and pretesting is Thursday, so I hope to get my brains back in sync before the big day.  Oh, have I mentioned that I am beginning to feel very nervous?

I really do drive myself crazy...