My attempt at Baseball Analogies...YIKES!

STRIKE 1:
In preparation for a sleep study next week, I was instructed to stop taking all REM-suppressant medications. This means my two anti-depressants and my one sleeping pill. For those of you who know me, and also those who take anti-depressants, you know how hard it is when you either don't have them to take or can't take them. (My friend Kelly reminds me constantly that these drugs are a gift from God and not to be embarrassed by having to take them.) Well, I have been off 'my meds' for 2 weeks now and have one more week to go. This means, life in my house is currently much like a roller-coaster. I don't go 'crazy' without my meds but my mood certainly darkens.

STRIKE 2:
On top of my med withdrawal, I am also having caffeine withdraws. I met with my nutritionist yesterday and she informed me to get off of the caffeine immediately and that I couldn't consume any caffeinated drinks for the first month post-op. My head is pounding today. I had my last EVER Diet Dr. Pepper last night. At least I can have tea once that first post-op month is over.

BALL 1:
So, not only did my nutritionist burst my bubble about my Diet Dr. Pepper and Caffeine habit, she also burst my "I gained too much weight on vacation" bubble. Ugh! Road trips and weight loss do not go together. I gained 8 pounds. Holy Crow! I thought, they would just look the other way and still do the surgery in two weeks...WRONG! I was told I have two weeks to lose those 8 pounds and if they aren't gone when I weigh in the morning of my surgery they will send me back home. WHAT??
I have to admit, I almost burst into tears. Don't get me wrong. I love my nutritionists, she is a sweetheart, but she was telling me like it is and didn't hold anything back. I was so distraught.

BALL 2:
Then, this morning, I went to see my surgeon for my pre-op appointment. (As I type this part, keep in my mind that I am moody, wheepy, and my head is killing me by the time the appointment starts). I weigh in (Yay! I've lost a 1/2 pound since yesterday, only 7 1/2 to go)...start filling out the pre-op paperwork. My surgeon comes in and asks again what my surgery date is set for. I proudly say, "NOVEMBER 4!" In his, wonderful Cajun accent, he says, "Oh! They haven't talked to you yet then, huh?" I'm sure the look on my face was classic. He continued on explaining that his schedule has changed and he can't do my surgery on Nov 4. Honestly, I thought he was joking...but I should've known better than that. He isn't the joking type. We got out our schedules (mine, Tony's and the doc's) and decided that the next available date for my surgery is Nov 11. I held it together while he was in the room, but quickly flowed the tears when he left.

BALL 3: I am heartbroken. Yes, it is only a week, but I am a type-A person and live religiously by my schedule.

So, in trying to figure out how I can see the positives in this, I think this may actually be a home run!

First base: I won't have to feel guilty about missing book close for October here at work. I can close out October and do my surgery without any guilt.
Second base: My parents will be in town and will be able to help out.
Third base: I have another week to help me in losing those 8 miserable pounds of vacation weight.

Home Run!!!! It's only another week right....considering this is a change for the rest of my life, what's a week!