Prep Time

I just had my phone interview with Chris at the bariatric center.  She was really nice and I feel comfortable with the people I've talked to so far there.
She asked me about psych stuff, which is fine, she asked me about the doctors I go to and such.  She was impressed that I keep up with my doctor visits.  I have my mom to thank for that.  She drives my ass to Kansas City every few months and pays for my blood work.
She was also asking me about sleep.  Do I get tired when I drive, have I ever fallen asleep at the wheel, am I sleepy in the afternoon, do I sleep well at night, yadda yadda.  I guess I have several indicators for sleep apnea, which sucks balls.  My dad has sleep apnea, and the idea of sleeping with one of those machines pisses me off.  Although sleep apnea is one of those things that can be resolved by losing weight.  I'll admit that sometimes when I'm laying down, I feel like I can't get enough air because my tits are choking me.
I did just talk to Nathan, like, 30 seconds ago, and asked him about my sleeping.  He said I don't snore, and he's never heard me gasping at night.  Sometimes I breathe heavy, but other than that, he's not noticed anything weird.  I guess that's comforting.
I've just always been sleepy.  It's really bad when I'm driving, and there was that one time when I fell asleep at the wheel when I was living in PA.  I drifted into a semi and woke up when my side mirror crashed into my windshield.  I had some tire burns on the side of my car too.  Michaelanne, my supervisor in PA, said everyone in her family gets sleepy when they drive, and sometimes they have to pull over to the side of the road and doze for a few minutes so they don't sleep while driving.  So, I don't know what that's all about.

I'm supposed to call my psychiatrist and ask her about doing a full psych eval.  I called already and left her  message.  The next step is dependent on her sending a letter to the bariatric department.  I'm also supposed to set up another appointment with Laurie, my primary physician, just so there's another documented case of me discussing my weight and such.
They still have to run stuff through insurance, and Chris said COBRA always makes them nervous, so we have to play that by ear.
They do TONS of educational stuff before the surgery.  Like, you have to attend an eating class for so many weeks, and they council you on exercise and what not, so you're not left in the lurch.  She reiterated it's a big lifestyle change, but I think I'm ready.  I can't stand living in this body for much longer, and I think actually seeing some goddamn results in regard to weight loss would keep me on the right path.  Maybe I could finally be one of those people that feels satisfied after sucking on some hard candy, as opposed to eating a whole cake.  
Chris did tell me the program is 300 bucks, and there's some other shit that's not covered by insurance.  That's to be expected.  I guess you have to do 150 bucks when you start the classes, and 150 a few days before your surgery.  They always bill insurance for check ups and other stuff to keep the out of pocket expense reasonable.  COBRA had better fucking pay for it.  I send them more than I pay for rent every month, goddamnit.
I told her I was in school for mortuary science and she got excited.  I like it when people don't act repulsed at my choice of learnin'.  She recommended having the surgery over winter break, so I could have some time to recover.  Three to six weeks is the average.  I think a chunk of my classes this fall will be online, so hopefully that won't be an issue.

Anywaaaaaay, I'm leaving for Davenport now to see Tyne and Squirt.