I have a plan

But, I always have a plan. Hello, my name is Sandra, and I'm a planaholic (Hello, Sandra). I can't help it. It's how I roll. It may be I'm just anal retentive and fussy (but make a damn fine administrator), but I think it's in large part how I cope with my physical disabilities.

So, the plan is to see what's behind Door #1 (Bellevue doc). I'm going to work out those tests and take them as soon as possible. One of them I can't do locally; I have to do it in Seattle. But, we'll be in Seattle at the end of the month; I have it on my calendar figuring out and implementing the other tests prior to.

My dad had surgery today. It was supposed to be outpatient, but there he stays at the hospital an hour away (He's ok, but got out of surgery later than anticipated.). It could be dicey if they let him out late tomorrow as Mark has to be back here at work by 3. It's times like this my anger at my back turns inward to self loathing. I should be able to drive him to and from the hospital. He's doing ok, and I'm sure it'll all work out. But, see above. I wish it was me who was caring for him at this time.

Ok, so the plan continues...as of now I plan on doing one more hcg cycle in January and seeing/hoping/trying/praying for it to stabilize. It'll be 10 months from last shot to first shot, plenty of time for any residual immunity to have dissipated.

Even if I max out my weight loss on the cycle, I'll still be higher than I was (by quite a bit) at the end of the last cycle. That's not a happy thought. But, I'd much rather be there than here. My stomach has taken on anthropomorphic qualities at this point.