20 days from today I'll be banded.
I have been working so long towards this goal, and now that it's actually going to happen, I'm getting nervous.
I'm not scared of the surgery.
I'm not scared of the process.
I'm not scared of the work it's going to take.
I'm scared that this is my last chance.
I mean... I've tried everything else and it didn't last...
What if this doesn't work either?
What will I do then?
I've always knew surgery was an option...I always knew I could always resort to it if I couldn't do it on my own.
If this doesn't work..... I'm out of options.
I guess I could always be the Jolly Fat Lady of our town.
I could play Mrs. Clause at the Christmas fair.
I suppose I could make the lovely fat people clothes with horizontal stripes and BIG RED flowers on the front work for me.
I would find an assortment of Moo Moo's to wear.
But that isn't really what I had in mind for myself.
I'm sure this will work.
No... really! kinda.
2 years ago