
I took this line from HOUSE, which feels particularly resonant as I am currently on day four of the horrible, miserable, no good diet. By which I mean, of course, the preoperative diet.

I took this line from HOUSE, which feels particularly resonant as I am currently on day four of the horrible, miserable, no good diet. By which I mean, of course, the preoperative diet.

It's the end of a long day of doctor's appointments, traffic, and overwhelming information, and I feel drained. Drained and just exhausted. So exhausted, in fact, that you'd be appalled what my spelling is looking like before I put it through auto spell check. It's like Harry Potter the way words are rearranging themselves.
So today was a big day for me. It was my pre-op testing, the day where they walk me through all the nitty gritty that precedes the big slice and dice.

The first thing you should know, I suppose, is why. How did I come to this decision? Having LAP-BAND® surgery isn't something you decide to do overnight (I certainly didn't). In the end, it came down to a guy. That sounds so bad, doesn't it? But it's not really the way you think.
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