Something tells me that the next 24 days will fly by and seem more like 24 hours when it’s time to finally get the surgery.
I picked up my new sleeping buddy, the cpap. I’m exhausted after sitting there for an hour and a half listening to how to use it, why to use it, how to clean it, blah blah blah. But I’m also quite excited to use it as I freaking LOVE sleep.
I also picked up two weeks worth of bariatric protein shake powder for the two weeks prior to surgery when all I’m to consume is liquids.
I still have yet to hear back on when I’m to get my final pre-op stuff done.
The dude helping me with the cpap told me I was brave for going through with the weight loss surgery. It’s the second time I’ve heard “brave” in regards to getting the surgery. I’ve never once thought of it that way, but I like it.
Because it kind of is brave of me to do this.
I’m changing my life forever.
And for good.