Ok, so today was the day for the breast reduction consult. I was up wide awake all night, stressing about how this was gonna turn out. Work went by really fast, and I was like on light-duty because I was leaving early, and I didn’t mind that one little bit.
So I get to the USMD building and I found the office no problem. Get in and fill out my paper work and I sit and read my Madea book. Sleep consumes me and I’m like ready for a damn nap. I mean like ready to curl up on the little couch and catch some damn z’s. So she finally calls me back, ask me my weight and height and I get to wait some more. There’s this bed in the room, but she told me to sit in the chair. I so want to lay on that bed and take a nap. But I resist the urge. But damn, it looks tempting.
Dude man comes in and he sits across from me and I immediately go into my speil. I have back pain, neck pain, straps are digging into my shoulders, yada yada yada. He says ok. Starts drawing me pictures and telling me if I DON’T mind the scars and shyt I’m in the right place. I’m thinking. Scars or back pain…?? Scars or back pain??? Hmmm…. I think I’ll take the scars for 400 Alex!!!
He leaves the room and tells me to get naked from the waist up. Put on this very small coat with the front open. I feel like an over weight porn star waiting for the dude to come in and molest me. He enters the room and tells me that with my insurance they’re a little more complicated to get an approval from. That they are most likely going to tell me to lose weight first. And then I tell him, I have been exercising and that’s another reason why I need to have the surgery because It freakin hurts to exercise with these bullets and that it’s a double edged sword. He says yeah he knows, but we’ll see what they say. I take three topless pics that he will also submit to the insurance. He also measured the boobs and the right breast is 3 inches longer than the left… He did like a double take at this. And I’m like, “duh! I know!”
So I finally asked when will he know anything, he tells me 4-6 weeks. Are you freakin kidding me. I have to wait a month and a half to know whether or not I can or cannot have the surgery and then what???
I’m just a little bit down and out. I know I’m fucking huge, no shit. But I’m trying to do something about it and there’s road blocks all around. The lap band approval is contigent with me being on a six month diet and exercise. Ok, but I’ve been yo-yo dieting all my life. What’s the point in that? Everything is a waiting game.
The good thing is, if I get a different job, with different insurance, I may be able to get an approval.
A friend of mine said don’t give up. And that was really encouraging, because I feel like I’m trying to better me and every where I turn there’s a big fat, YOU GOTTA WAIT, lurking to slap me in my face. I mean honestly, won’t I be in more pain, if I lose all this weight and have huge ass, gigantuant, horrendous ass breasteseseses in my way? Then what???
So, it’s not a no, but he pretty much burst my bubble and told me don’t get my hopes up. So It will be a long month and a half. Hopefully it won’t take that long.
I wonder if It would hurt to call the insurance myself and see what they say?
