Hi! I've been a lurker around here for a while, finally decided to post.

I have a few minutes before I have to leave for my required pre-op sleep study. Today was a full day. I began the day with my ultrasound, followed that with chest x-rays, then an upper GI study and finally an EKG. I had time for a quick lunch and then headed over to the psychiatrist's office to complete a ream of repetitive questions and have a brief meeting with the doctor. Surprisingly, he said that I passed the mental test. That was the scariest part for me! My last appointment was with the nutritionist. It was probably a good idea to schedule the sleep study tonight because I think I'm tired enough to sleep fairly well. My final required pre-op appointment will be with the gastroenterologist on Monday. Then, off to insurance.

I have difficulty with accepting the fact that it has come down to needing surgical intervention. It's a bit surreal, like I'm watching someone hop through these hoops. I keep waiting for something to go wrong - someone along the way to say that things are a no-go. I'm not sure why I feel like a silent observer, taking in all these things that are happening. I wonder, if there isn't anyone along the way to throw in the monkey wrench, how long I'll feel this detached from the process. I will probably giggle in the anesthesiologist's face as he/she is knocking me out because there is no way this is actually going to happen, right?