Archive for January, 2009

My stomach is in knots… just knots.  I am not a computer savvy person, though I can find my way around Excel and Word.  When it comes to languages, computer software, the only thing I know is how to insert the cd into the drive, click on install…  Recently, however, my upload graphics feature has not been working.  SORRY for all the text blog entries, with no cutsie little pictures.  Not even a picture of the product that I talk about… 

So for two days I have tried to look in tutorials for help in resolving my little issue.  FINALLY!  I guess the good Lord must have looked down and saw my frustration and said, “Give Melinda a break.  Let her find the answer.  Let the solution be easy so she can get it fixed.”  I am so glad that I finally have an upload feature again!  I feel quite accomplished now…  my Friday can come to an end in peace.  And here is a graphic just to prove that it’s working!

Have you taken a sick day lately?  Better yet, had a bad weather day?  And what happens when you are at home, bored out of your mind?  You channel surf!  This usually consists of sitting on the sofa, drink in one hand and remote in the other, moving the channels back and forth, up and down, back and forth again…  you just want something exciting to make the day pass quicker.  That’s kind of my day even though I’m not at home.  So I did some channel surfing of my own – on the internet.

I found a few forums that I haven’t visited in a very long time.  Though they are not necessarily weight loss surgery oriented, there are some portions of the boards assigned to wls patients.  I am amused at some of the trains of thought that folks have.  There are those who judge weight loss surgery and condemn it…. spewing out their ridiculously uneducated opinions!  Then others want to tell their horror stories of “I knew someone who knew someone who had  THAT surgery… ”   Oh then the Pandora’s Box gets opened with scenario after scenario where wls has gone awry.

Then I visit my friend’s website…  Bariatric Girl…  She takes a positive approach to weight loss surgery, instead of all the ugly that could/should/would happen.  I like that!  But basically I come out of the entire channel surfing experience with two words.  WHO CARES?  Not me.  I could care less what Suzy Homemaker a street over thinks about gastric bypass surgery.  I don’t care if Mr. Smith believes its the easy way out, and only the lazy people who were unwilling to diet and exercise take that route.  I really don’t care if my best friend believes that I have made the worst decision of my life… 

They do not have to live my life.  They do not know or understand the struggles that I have endured.  I am the one who walks in my shoes.  I am the one who must reap the consequences of my decisions whether they be incredibly wonderful, or tremendously horrific.  This journey is mine…  and for the record, should anyone inquire, I’m happy with the journey thus far.  It has afforded me new opportunities, a voice that can be heard, and given me a life that I otherwise did not/probably would not have had.

Missy, our Peekapoo, has been at Mike’s house since New Year’s Eve.  We tried for a number of evenings to take Missy to the house with us.  But, she was so afraid and followed Tim or me around the house.  One evening, she stood shaking like a leaf and we knew that something had to be done.  So…  we took her to Mike’s Bed and Biscuit (LOL).  She loves to play with Kobe and Foofoo, Mike’s male and female pomeranians.  But, even though she has enjoyed her visit, Mike said every day she stands at the gate watching for Tim or myself to come pick her up. (Doesn’t that just make you sad?)

Mike said that the other two dogs just went crazy as they were highly upset when Missy left.  When she got to the house last night, she moved room to room, sniffing and smelling everything to see what this was all about.  There was no carpet, no furniture, and the house was in disarray when she was there a month ago.  I’m sure she smelled herself and Tim & myself on all the furniture, clothes, etc.  I hated to leave her this morning for fear that she would feel alone or abandoned!  But I laid one of Tim’s shirts on her pillow, rubbed her and told her that this is our new home now.  (Don’t we talk to our animals as if they were real humans, able to understand us?  I think it just soothes our own consciences!)