I'm a very impatient person, so I can never wait for the phone to ring. I called the insurance about 5 days after the paperwork was submitted to find they denied my claim for the revision surgery. Of course I was crushed and in tears. She read to me over the phone the letter that I would be getting in the mail and I was shocked that they were denying me because my BMI was LESS then a half of a percent under the guidelines. The requirements for bariatric surgery must be a BMI of 35+ and mine was.....
34.66.
Seriously? Less then a half of a percent? That equaled out to be about 2.lbs. Um...I'm a woman, I can gain and lose 2lbs in 20 minutes.
I called Mike up and I asked him if we could fight this and get it approved. He agreed that it was ridiculous and said he'd do what he could and would give me a call back, and not to worry.
Sure enough he called me back later in the day and said he had good news (at this rate I pretty much just fell in love with this man LOL. I love a guy who says he's going to do something then actually does it...sorry hubby LOL). So we worked out the details and he faxed me over the 42,687 scripts I'd need to get the endless amounts of tests I would need to get done. Things to do...
Chest xray and EKG- Simple enough...check.
16 viles of blood-I mean, did you leave anything inside for me....check.
Sleep study-Ugh, with a nursing baby this wasn't going to be easy, but HELLO I didn't know you could do one of these from home, so I did....check
Endoscopy- wow, I got a whole 15 minutes of un interrupted sleep, go me....check.
Pap smear- at 7:45 this morning? Sure why not....check
Nutritionist- Not really sure what we'll chat about much. I've slipped I cant eat without puking, so I'm not sure what you want me to document, my protein shakes?....appointment for Tues 22nd.
PCP clearance- Pretty sure this will be quick and easy...appointment for Mon 21st.
So, good news and bad news. The good news is my heart is still beating, I haven't died from all of the blood loss, apparently I sleep but not as well as they'd like (um..I have 4 kids, I didn't know I had the right to sleep soundly) and not only am I vitamin D deficient but I also have a blood clotting disorder. Tomorrow at 9:40 I have an appointment at Mercy Hospital with a hematologist. I'm pretty sure whatever this "disorder" is has to do with my platelets. To rewind a bit in time I have a disorder called maternal Thrombocytopenia (aka low platelets during pregnancy...platelets help the blood clot). Since I am only 9 months post partum I'm thinking (ok HOPING and PRAYING) that they just haven't completely bounced back yet. Mike said that the worst case is I'll have to give myself blood thinner injections for about a month after surgery. Not a huge fan of stabbing myself but there could be far more worse things so, hey, if that's what I gotta do then that's what I'll do.
At the gyne's appointment today I weighed in at 211. Which means I have lost 7lbs since my last appointment a month ago. As much as I want to think, "Hey, I'm 12lbs away from one-derland", I'm still pretty stressed over it. Clearly starving yourself is not the best way to lose weight. I'm tired, I'm weak and when Ryan nurses I can literally feel him sucking the life out of me. There are days I cant even keep water down, and those my friends, are very...bad...days.
The end is near, I just have to keep telling myself the light is getting brighter each day....
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