I called the scheduling nurse when I made the decision, and when I made such a monumental decision like that, I wanted to get moving on it, and she didn't call me back that day and I had questions I needed answered - like what type of recovery was needed for three weeks? I need to decide if I should enroll in school for the next quarter and don't have much time left to do that, so I was, and am, very anxious. The doctor gave me his email address, but I don't feel comfortable using it just yet, at least not for this. She didn't call me back yesterday either which greatly annoyed me and I was wondering if this was even the doctor for me if his staff was so unresponsive, so I called the office instead of her main number and found out she is out until Monday. So that's a relief! She wasn't simply ignoring me or being incredibly slow to respond.
I did find a support group for women online that's a forum where people can ask each other and answer for each other questions they have about their hysterectomies. The initial questions I have they have answered or at least given me their experience. One girl is in the exact same position as I am - in school, no kids, same procedure, new city. It's comforting know you're not alone sometimes.
I hate when my blog turns out to be my medical woes!
Today was my weigh day, it's always Friday morning when I wake up, and I lost another three pounds! So now I'm at 133.6 with 8 more pounds to go. I'm 5'6" and I think the best I've ever looked was at 118, but I would be happy with 125. Since I started my weight loss program THIS time in February, I've lost 16 pounds! That is a really huge number for me for that length of time. My highest weight was 195 about...3 years ago? That's when I started cutting back on medication (with my psych's permission) - Seroquel first, then a year later, Geodon. At 195 was also when I had my driver's license picture taken, and I cringe every time someone asks to see it. I had no idea at that time that even my face looked heavier. I will be quite happy to get a new driver's license in Illinois! But, I think Phentermine has taken a toll on me. I don't think I'm as positive as I was before I started taking it. I certainly feel weaker because I'm eating less, and I won't miss it when I stop taking it unless I feel like I want to eat everything in the house. I only have this remaining prescription and one more month after that, and after three months I know they make you take a month off. I don't think they would let me start again on month five, but if they did, that place is absolutely shady, but I know myself, and I know I'll at least try, no matter what I end up weighing!
The Shamrock Shuffle (8k) is in 15 days and I haven't been training for it like I should have been. I can run four miles, but I haven't ran five miles in about a year. I have two weeks to work up to that extra mile and I don't think that's long enough, especially when I should run lighter than normal the week before the race. Well - I'm not competing with anyone or trying to medal, I just want to finish running the whole way and not stop to walk. This would have been a breeze a year ago, and it's hard to swallow that I've let my endurance go that I worked so hard to achieve.
Tomorrow we're going to the furniture store and work with the designer to make some decisions and order as much as we can to get the process started! I have no idea as to what we'll agree on - maybe just a couch, or the dining room table and chairs, or maybe a whole room, or everything, who knows? I finally stopped freaking out over it and decided if I ended up hating everything in five years, recovering items was always an option as long as they were quality pieces. I'm just really tired of looking at pictures of rooms and furniture and fabric and color schemes, etc. But, not nearly as tired as looking at this horrible leather family room couch that has rips where you can see the stuffing! Not sure how that happened, but I'm sure it's because it's a cheap leather sofa we bought ten years ago. My one rule to Mark - NO MORE LEATHER (unless it's his office, then he's free to do anything he wants). I think leather looks pretty, but what a bad experience! Oh yes, and no lazy-boys, but that has always been a rule. Does that make me a mean wife? He likes my hair to be blonde and has made it clear he does not want me to get bangs, so if I don't want a Lazy-Boy in the house when he wants one, what's the difference? We put so few rules on each other and these are so minor, so if it makes each other happy, why not do (or not do) it?