So the ins. lady at my surgeons office will NOT call me back. It has been SIX WEEKS. I found out I wasn't approved by the ins. company who said she did not submit ANYTHING like even a REASON why I needed the surgery. Just asked for approval. No upper GI results, no physical therapy, nutrition, or office visit info. So finally, I was done. I called the office and talked to the office manager. Even if someone is busy, they can find the time to call you within 6 weeks. Give me a break. Then, what kind of insurance person submits an approval request with no info? I was told yesterday that they are now having a meeting with the surgeon, the PA and the ins. girl about this. I didn't want to get anyone in trouble, but do your job! I tried to do it the nice way by calling politely but there is only so much I will bend over and take and after 6 weeks I feel like it was time to ruffle some feathers. If i need to go to another surgeons office, I will. I just need to know what is going on. Whatever. On a food note, I binged yesterday. A real binge, like to the point of feeling sick. AND, it was ice cream of all things. I can only eat a few scoops which is WAY less than I could before surgery, but the reality is that I still binged. I ate to the point of feeling gross. AND, ice cream is a red food for me. Off limits. Once again, it proved to me that I am not there when it comes to processing my feelings without the instinct to eat. I was mad at the dr.s office and right away I ran to Baskin Robbins. Here is the mortifying part. The guy at the counter remembered me. He said, "Oh, your the one who likes the tall spoons right?" Nice.
On a happy note, the pic of the day is my oldest daughter who has been running track for her middle school and so far has placed in both meets. We are all VERY proud of her. It is so nice to be active in my children's lives and no ice cream should tear that away from me. I can't let it.* she is the one in 2nd place