So, the other day I started complaining about my upcoming surgery to my sister. She responded “Blog it out sister”!
That evening I started in on my kids with my husband…one of them hadn’t taken out the trash cans, one of them wanted more money and the last one was pouting in her room. My husband looked up and said, “Why don’t you put that in your blog?”
So I have come to a very big conclusion: My family totally supports my need to vocalize through print my emotional state and my desire to better myself…or I just complain a heckuva lot!
So here I go…complaining away!
I am having gallbladder surgery next week. I had my pre-op this week. I walked in expecting to have blood tests, EKG’s, temperatures and probably peeing in a cup. So i did that…it took 30 minutes. So what took the remainder of the 2 hours? MAKING SURE I COULD PAY WHAT INSURANCE DIDN’T COVER!
I was amazed! They even told me “if you can pay the whole $2800 up front we will give you a 25% discount”. I asked if that applied to my $50 a month payment. I was answered with a blank stare and sneer. After the hospital had me sign away my first born son to the hospital, I was directed to anesthesiology. Good, I thought, they want to make sure I am healthy enough to be put under…right? NOPE. They wanted to make sure I could pay for the anesthesiologist! What happens if you can pay for the surgery and not the anesthesiologist? Do you have to just bite a bullet and let them cut away?
So…I signed away my second child to anesthesiology and then I was directed to the lab. Ahhhh…maybe they will have the results of all the labs they took earlier. NOPE! They wanted to inform me that if they do a biopsy, I will be responsible for my portion of the bill and how will I be paying. They take all major credit cards or cash. Unfortunately, even though I had one more child left, they were not willing to consider my offer.
There. Everyone was satisfied that at some point they would be receiving their money (maybe not at one time…but something would be coming their way when my lottery numbers hit). Now they assured me I could have my surgery and all would be well with the world, but first sign here that you will not sue if any item is left inside you or if any item inside that should remain inside is accidentally removed.
It was at this point that I really wanted a creamy, ooey, gooey, sugary anything to control these emotions. Maybe a hot dripping cinnamon roll or a meringue pie loaded with whipped cream. No No No…not for my emotionally eating…to throw in the face of the next person who asked me to sign in blood that I would pay!!!
OK, you know what? I do feel better. Blogging has taken the place of eating for me right now in my life. When I would get upset, I would eat. Always. Then I would start the cycle…mad at myself…eat more…mad at someone else…eat more. I feel confident that I have ended that cycle. I know that it will never be totally gone, but I am arming myself with the weapons to fight that urge.
How do you fight the urge? Find something that makes all those feelings purge from inside! Maybe it’s exercise (not this girl), maybe it’s sewing (nope again) or maybe it’s writing (ding, ding, ding). Find what you like and throw yourself into it!!
Love you mucho!