Yesterday, I saw the nutritionist in my surgeon's practice. Part of the reason I'm not seeing her earlier than now (three weeks pre-op) is because when I came into the process, she was on vacation.
First of all...I don't mean to bitch, but what I've learned is that the right hand doesn't know what the left hand is doing, and that's something I want to share here, so that if any of YOU plan to go through this process, you have a better sense of what you might expect than I've had.
So I showed up, as scheduled, with two hundred dollar bills. The deal is that I have to pay for the nutritionist--it's a required thing, and my health insurance doesn't cover it. That sucks, BUT... it's just $150, and gives me access to her for a YEAR, so it's a mighty fine deal, and I didn't mind that I had to pay it.
But I was told that I had to pay it in CASH. So I showed up with cash. And they couldn't make change. I was told, "We need you to go get change." Ummmm... and just where am I supposed to sprint off to to do that?? As I clearly looked annoyed, the woman then said, "Do you have another form of payment?" Ummmm...I stared at her while inside my head I screamed, "Yes, but you TOLD ME I HAD TO PAY IN CASH!" She went on. "You can put it on a card."
So on the card it went, and in short order, I found myself face to face with Nancy the nurtritionist--a talk, lanky, beautiful blonde. I might have, at some other time, been put off by that. A TLBB in an office full of fat people on some level just seems...well, cruel. But yesterday, I found it inspiring. I, too, want to be a tall, lanky (at least as lanky as my bone structure will allow), beautiful blonde redhead.
Spending my hour with Nancy was revelational in many ways. I like her, her style, and her thoughts about lifestyle changes. I look forward to working with her. And I also left a bit annoyed--again, with the process.
That's because I left with a three-hour DVD that I need to watch that covers all the stuff a person needs to know about food pre-op and post-op. Usually delivered in a three-hour long class, I have the DVD because no one told me about the class, no one scheduled it for me, and now I can't make it to the only class between now and the time I have my surgery.
Perhaps it's a blessing in disguise. Had I attended the class, I'd have gone alone. Because I have the DVD, Dominic can watch it with me. His learning more can only be a good thing.
I have another thought to share about fully informed decision making, but I'll reserve that for after the DVD is watched.
Today is my cardiac eval. I feel fine about it, but perhaps that's because Dawn is going with me. We'll see what happens. :)