That’s what I pay per year for the co-pays on my prescription mediciations.  $2,025.  Here’s what I take:

Metformin (diabetes), Levemir (insulin), Novolog (insulin), Metoprolol (heart), Plavix (heart), Norvasc (blood pressure), Diovan HCT (blood pressure), Crestor (cholesterol), Zetia (cholesterol), and Lovasor (cholesterol).  I also have a prescription for my diabetes testing supplies (test strips) and the needles for my insulin.

On top of that, I take 81 mg of aspirin per day, two multivitamins (in preparation for surgery), 1200 mg per day of Calcium with Vit. D, and fish oil for an added cost of approximately $324 per year.  That’s a grand total of $2,349 per year.

After surgery, I am hoping to get off of most of my medication.  I’ve discussed it with my doctor, and we are hoping that eventually, in the next couple of months, I will get off of everything except the Plavix and the Metoprolol.  I will need to take the multivitamins, calcium citrate, b-12, and iron post surgery.  I will need to see if I can still take my 81 mg a day of aspirin – at the very least, I will need to take a chewable instead of what I take now.  All my vits have to be sub-lingual or chewies.  So lets see –

Plavix – $75 every three months for $300 a year

Metoprolol – $12.50 every three months for $50 per year

I’m expecting my vitamins and stuff to stay around $325 per year, for a grand total of $675.  A total savings of $1,674 a year.  That’s our dues at Trails End.

Come on surgery – with what I save on my drugs, I’ll be able to buy my first pair of skinny jeans and boots, and new underwear, and bras, and the list goes on and on and on…



I haven’t been posting much lately.  My world is wrapped up in work and preparing to have my gizzards rearranged.

I’m a bundle of nerves about everything.  I’m excited and anxious.  Mr. G asked me last night if I was worried about something happening.  I’m actually not.  I have complete faith in my surgeon.  I’ve researched him a lot.  A lot a lot.  They are a Center of Bariatric Excellence.  So he said, well, if you aren’t worried about that, what are you worried about?

Well, I’m not fond of pain.  I’m worried about that.  I’m worried that I’m going to go through all of this and still not lose weight.  This one is an irrational fear – but a fear none the less.  Nothing else has worked, so why should this, right?  I’m worried that after all is said and done, I’ll still have to take a bunch of medication.  I’m praying that I’m only on insulin for another week and a half.

My biggest fear – well, that one is easy.  I am going to be forced to learn how to deal with emtion and stress without my biggest comfort – food.  Mom and I were discussing it last night.  We both deal with our emotions by heading straight for food.  Comfort food, chocolate, whatever.  In fact, she even asked me last night if I was going to have one last piece of chocolate before surgery (uh, that would be a hell yeah).  I’m afraid without turning to food, the stress might make me crazy.  I’m glad I have a strong support group in place.  They’ll be hearing from me a lot.

So, that’s what’s going on here.  A big old bundle of raw nerves, emotions, excitement, anxiety…you name it, I’ve got it.

12 days to go.


This week has blown by so quickly.  I’m really busy at work, so that I’m sure has something to do with it.  My friend on OH warned me how quicly this time would go, and they aren’t kidding.  I have 8 work days left to get done 30 days worth of work, and wow, am I getting antsy about getting things done.

I got my letter yesterday, and my surgery is scheduled for 10:10am on the 10th.  😀  I’m starting to get a wee bit nervous.  Just a bit.  I’m mostly excited…like counting down to that last day of school all over again.  So glad I took this semester off school!

I actually had someone yesterday ask me how I could be proud of this.  I know…seriously.  I asked them what they meant, and they asked me (in all sincerity) why I felt I couldn’t lose the weight on my own, and didn’t I just lack will power.  There were no words…just a simple roll of my eyes and I walked away.  Walk a mile in my shoes, skinny minnie…see how easy it is.

Before and After Pictures

I wanted to post a few “before” pictures for posterity sake. I also intend on having my husband take pictures the night before the surgery and each month after the surgery.



I’m approved! My re-birth date is November 10th! I’m so excited! And I just can’t hide it! I’m about to lose control and I think I like it!

Let the Waiting Game Begin

Ladies and Gentlemen – I am the next contestant on, “Will She Be Approved for Bariatric Surgery???”

I faxed my six months diet paperwork over to the surgeon’s office this morning.  I’ll give them a call this afternoon to make sure we’re square.

I’m as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

I’m more nervous and excited than I was the day I dropped our wedding invitations in the mail.

Well, good things come to those who wait?  Right?  RIGHT?

The End of the First Very Long Road

Today is the final day of my six month supervised weightloss.  My final weigh in is this afternoon.  Then I’ll collect my office notes and fax them to Upper Chesapeake Bariatric tomorrow.  Once they have that, they will submit for approval.  One thing they will see is that in six months, I lost only 20 or so pounds and stalled out.  I can not lose the weight on my own – not while I’m on all these medications.

Pray for a quick approval process.  This week is going to be full of anticipation for me, until I hear the very special words, “Approved for sugery.”

Then the next phase of this journey begins.

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