I met with my surgeon, Dr. Greg Walton, at Weightwise Bariatric hospital on November 12, 2009. I was weighed, told I needed to lose 10% of my body weight before I could be cleared for surgery, and then I met with the dietician, exercise physiologist, and psychologist. This turned into a 2 month long path to lose the 10%, be cleared as mentally ready for the challenges ahead and to learn how to exercise. My surgery was scheduled for February 3, 2010.
The morning of the surgery, my parents came to pick me up to take me to the hospital. It was around 4:00 in the morning and it was foggy. I offered to drive since my dad didn't know where he was going but he declined. Well, we were headed up Broadway Extension when he got choked drinking his coffee and he passed out at the wheel! We at first thought he was pulling over because the truck was headed to the right, but then we suddenly started heading towards the left straight towards the concrete barriers in the middle of the highway. I leaned forward from the backseat of the truck, looked at my dad's face and realized he was out. I yelled for my mom to grab the wheel, she tried to put the truck into neutral while grabbing the wheel and we hit the concrete barrier. She must have tugged on the wheel because we ended up hitting it a second time before we got lodged up on it a little and the truck couldn't go any further. We sat there stunned, my dad came to and we told him we wrecked and he tried to put the truck in reverse so he could get me to the hospital in time for my surgery. The truck was in bad shape and we weren't going anywhere so he just turned it off. I called 911 for the police to come out and I scrolled through my phone trying to think of who I could call at 4:30 in the morning to come pick me up to take me to the surgery. I couldn't think of anyone who I was willing to wake out of a dead sleep and who could get there in time. When the police got there, I asked him for a ride but he said he could call an ambulance to see if they would take me. The ambulance and fire dept. got there but said they couldn't do it since it was a non-emergency and a specialty hospital. Meanwhile, I discover that my mom is hurt from the wreck but she refused medical treatment because she was just concerned about getting me to where I needed to be. Long story short, the police officer decided to give my mom and I a ride and we arrived at the hospital in time for my surgery. The great staff at the hospital tended to my mom, who in fact had broken her wrist which required surgery the next day, and I luckily didn't have sky-rocketing blood pressure so they still would go ahead with the surgery. What a day!
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