The Lighter Side of Weight Loss: Chapter Thirty-four

The Lighter Side of Weight Loss                                     

Halfway to Goal

By Sandra Warholic Seeley

Chapter Thirty-four

The best thing about my foot surgery on February 3rd is that I don’t remember anything about my surgery. They (masked people) wheeled me out of my pre-op holding area and I was asleep before I arrived in the operating room theatre (Area 51?). I do remember waking up to a YouTube video (in my mind only) of Hauser (hunky cello player) and senorita (a singer with no need for WW) playing and singing “I Will Always Love You.” Prior to surgery, I asked my husband (Edward the Great) to watch that video with me. I told ETG if he wants me to be in a better mood, just look at me the way Hauser looks at his woman. Here is the link for your viewing pleasure: HAUSER and Señorita - I Will Always Love You

I do remember everything before my surgery, especially asking (begging) my assigned nurse to ask the anesthesiologist not to question my weight in front of ETG if he expected an honest answer. It was clearly written in my chart, no need to broadcast the results! This nurse must have been warned ahead of time to humor the crazy WW lady, since she actually attached a note to my chart, written in red Sharpie, to avoid the weight question. This note worked for Dr. Twilight Zone (he did not ask my weight), but the attached note caught ETG’s attention. I had to snatch the clipboard from Edward’s hands and explain that all information on my chart was classified on a strictly need to know basis.

While in recovery, I asked ETG what my surgeon had to say about the operation. He said he did not get to talk to the doctor because he (Edward Not So Great) was in the snack bar at the time that discussion should have taken place. This is a prime example of when I would want to be eating out of frustration, but I am now practicing mindful eating. Also, there was an IV needle in one arm and a big bandage/boot contraption on one foot that made access to food difficult.

I am now recuperating at home with my faithful companion, Zeus. We both have injured right, rear paws. His injury was caused from a self-inflicted pulled toenail, exposing the nerve. My 1st metatarsophalangeal joint arthrodesis procedure was necessary because of arthritis in my big toe joint. I need to trade Zeus’ cone for my boot, it will make eating more difficult for me and easier for Zeus.

Here’s a little non scale victory footnote (pun intended)! I was sent home with a Junior size walker, because I am so petite. Even though this description of me was referring to my height (5’), my oxycodone filled brain took the comment as a weight related compliment.

Until next week, accept any stray compliments, don’t eat out of frustration (wear a cone if necessary), laugh a little harder and be happier.

Sandra Warholic Seeley - All my life, and half of someone else's, I have lived in a humorous place called Earth. My muse is a tiny menehune from the island of Oahu in Hawaii where I lived for a year. Ernest Hemingway once sat under the exact same coconut tree where I did most of my writing. I'm also a sensitive to criticism Virgo who loves to get paid for writing and speaking funny stuff. Even though my mind is filled with volcanic ash residue and I'm still finding sand in my shorts, I will continue to write until my muse retires or I run out of pretty blue drinks, whichever comes first. Don't be bashful, email the author.