Decisions decisions...

Wow today was really.... Interesting!

I'll start by the beginning I guess!

So I left this morning, with a bus and metro schedule to follow in order to go meet the surgeon. I get to the metro 25 minutes before the bus leaves so I decide to kill some time and go to the bank. I then realize I don't have my frigging wallet with me!!! Now I'm thinking dammit the hospital is going to charge me because I don't have my health card and I really don't feel like paying that right now even if the RAMQ reimburses you. I call my mom, whom I know will probably stress out for me more than I should be stressed myself ( must I not mention the time she drove me all the way to the airport and left back home when she had to drive right back to the airport to bring me my wallet because I had no I.D. or money on me?!?!?)
Yeah, I drive my mom nuts. But hey, she still loves me just the same! Hehe.

Ok back to my story. So my mom elaborates a scenario about her knowing my health card number by heart (really mom?? After 22 years? Pretty cool mom huh?) and that they could charge her credit card and so on. I'm like "Listen, let me call the hospital, and go to the bank while I'm at it. I've got to try and convince a teller that I am who I am only with my work I.D. and then figure the whole mess I'm about to throw myself into with a hospital in what seems to me like the boonies".

Call the hospital, I'm on hold actually for long enough that I can cross 2 street lights and do the whole shabang with the bank to finally get someone who thinks I'm crazy and tells me " but Ma'am, the doctor does not have an office here, he doesn't have patients come here, you must go all the way the actual clinic. Here is the number good bye".

Frigging awesome at this point. 30 minutes before my appointment,I'm in ville saint-laurent and now I gotta figure out how the hell I'm gonna get over there in so little time. I call and tell the receptionist my entire story, not blaming her if she thinks I'm a lunatic. Turns out they're next to metro l'Acadie. Great! (where the f*@% is that) but the word metro reassures me.

Back in du college, I assume I can't go wrong going towards snowdon. Get on the blue line (honestly how often do you think a suburbs girl goes there after moving out of her parents' house?) Must I mention I'm holding on to my purse with my life, being the paranoid idiot that I am ?

I get to l'Acadie, 10 second bus ride to Rockland and we're here. Great.

Now here comes the best part.

So I meet the doctor. I sit down. What follows happens in a span of 15 minutes. Be asks me my height, my weight, my doctor's note. Shows me a picture on a poster on the wall showing the procedure. He then explains a nurse will contact me soon to book an appointment.

TADAM!!!

I leave with his business card, reminding myself to fax a copy of my health card to his secretary.

I thought that going through all this, I'd feel like it was worth it. I honestly don't. Not only did the doctor tell me he does not recommend I get the lapband but he also said the operation would not happen before 24 months.

The delay isn't what bothers me. What bothers me is that I'm back at square one. I was comfortable with the idea of a safe, non invasive and not necessarily permanent solution. He really burst my bubble by telling me he recommends something different and something irreversible.

I was ok with it when he mentionned it but come to think of it, I'm not.

I'm ready for a second opinion. If not, I'm thinking of starting over and doing this the hard way. I don't really want to be cut open to fix my problem. I just want to be healthy.