Yesterday, I took my husband to his appt's at the Bariatric Clinic. finally got to see a dietician, who tweaked his diet by removing 2 things from it. Yay, only 2 things to go and prove before we can schedule surgery for him. The option to go with was the new gastric sleeve surgery, this is great because, there is no missed absorption of nutrients, just less food consumption. So this is awesome, hopefully within the next 6 months he can have his surgery and then lose enough weight to get back to work to take some stress off me. This is exciting, something good finally happening at "that hospital".
Last night, the hubby talked about when he is back at work me taking a 6 month to 1 year leave from work so that I can "collect my brains" and "put them back in order". Sounds nice (not realistic but nice). Hubby also said that he doesn't like me on so much medication and feels that I should get a second opinion on the ones for my heart, blood pressure and cholesterol. He does like the effects of the Celexa, he says I am not so b*****.
Tomorrow is the big day, where he gets to meet my therapist and vice versa, I don't know what will happen, but I am trying to be positive and believe that it can only help things. (This is a big stretch got alot of extra unwanted phsyical activity yesterday and I am trying so hard to not be angry/agressive/depressed/moody) What's that saying "fake it, till you make it", is that a good thing or is it just lying to yourself and everyone else?