I went to the hospital today for my pre-admission appointment. They're pleased at the weight I've lost (13 lbs since the consultant asked me to do it), but I was a bit upset to note that my scales at home (an old-fashioned big heavy thing that came from a doctor's surgery originally, with the clunky weights that slide up and down) are marking 7 lbs too little. The loss is still a loss, I know, but it just means I have an even longer road to travel.
The anaesthetist commented that with the amount of insulin I'm taking, it's just as well I'm having a gastric band fitted now, perhaps in time to limit the damage to my organs from the diabetes, and while I'm still able to move around. Sobering thought.
He warned me that if I get any type of infection at all, the op next Wednesday will have to be postponed, so I'll just have to hope that my kidney infection doesn't recur, and that my colleagues at work with colds (at least 2) will be of the type to which I've acquired inmunity over the years. I just so want to get this over with...