Back on the Waiting List

I hate waiting. Hate waiting for something to hurry up and get here. Hate waiting for an expected phone call so that you can wait to have something fixed.  It seems as though I am eternally waiting.

It seemed like the day of my gallbladder surgery would never get here. Trying to be a good girl, I ate very lightly and pretty much stuck around the house. On the day of the surgery itself, I endured more waiting. Waiting to be called back to the day surgery area, waiting to be taken back to the OR waiting room. Waited to have a conversation with the anesthesiologist and surgeon. Then woke up to wait to see if I was going home or staying a night.

Unfortunately for me, it was three o'clock on a Friday afternoon, and the discharge nurses were not in a mood to do any waiting. Within an hour they wanted me up and out. I was okay with that until my sister went to get the car and I started throwing up. Even as I was encouraged to get into the wheelchair while still upchucking, they seemed determined to scurry me along. My poor sister was trying to figure out if she should come in to see what the delay was or sit and wait to see what comes next. After about five minutes, the nurses handed me a wet cloth and told me to take my little bowl with me, and they would be glad to help me get out to the car. So I decided not to wait any longer, and off we went. I got home easily enough but when I got out of the car, I was extremely glad to still have my little bowl and wash cloth.

I had very little pain, but a lot more soreness than with the lapband. I did have forty plus stones, but I can honestly say I don't have them any more! And no, I did NOT bring them home to sit on the mantle in a jar.

But the waiting game started up again. Waiting to feel strong enough to get out of the house. Waiting to drive so I could at least go to the mall or the grocery story. Waiting for all my bruises to fade.

 Waiting...waiting...waiting...

While I was waiting for the phone company to get here, I ate the rest of the sugar free ice cream. While waiting for my sister to get home each day after her training, I nibbled on whatever I could get my hands on.Today, I finally cheated a little and drove the mile down to the beach just to get out of the house. I thought about lunch as I watched the breakers. As my feet were getting wet walking along the shoreline, I was thinking that I can't wait to get some fish to eat.

Waiting can be a good thing or a bad thing. Good, if YOU can be "good" and not fall prey to bad habits out of frustration or boredom. But if you are an impatient human being as I often am, you treat your frustration and boredom as a legitimate reason to look for food to while away the time.

I go to the doctor next Tuesday. But I suspect that I must wait a little longer to get back on track with my weight loss. I have not had a fill in the band since March, and I am taking bets as to whether or not I get one next week. I am betting on a "no" since I just had the surgery.

My goal was to have under-grown my swimsuits by August. Tops are loose except around the waist. Bottoms, the same. If I wait much longer to get back on track, I will miss one of my goals that I really wanted to hit.

In the mean time, I am back on the waiting list for a job interview. I need one, but sure hope another opportunity doesn't pass me by while I am waiting for permission to drive in order to get to the interview.

I sure hope I can wait long enough to get back on some kind of normal track!

I really hate waiting around.