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Feh, I have some time this morning so, I thought I'd update. On Friday I went to the doctor to get consulted about my stomach surgery. My mother and I drove waaaay out to Valley, Alabama which is a scary little place and waited to see the doctor in a waiting room for what seemed like a century with the nurses (all of them blonde, oddly) and the other patients (alomost of all them old). When I finally got to see the doctor, I saw that he was quite over weight and that made me a bit skeptical of his effectiveness as a physician specializing in weight loss surgery. Anyways we spoke for awhile and he told me I have two options for surgewry and he wants to do the risky one (mostly because he wants to BILL for the riskier one but he told he thinks it would be just better for me). The riskier surgery would block my absorption of iron and vitaman B12, requiring me to take shots of B12 weekly and get iron intravenesly twice a year FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. I thought this over and spoke to my parents about it. Both of them think the other surgery would be more than adequate to help me lose weight and that blocking my B12 and iron absorption (loss of iron can fuck you up pretty bad and loss of B12 can result in nerve damage) is an incredibly bad idea. I am inclined to agree with them. My father told me he's worked with the doctor I'm seeing before and I was slightly unnerved to find out that he doesn't trust the guy's judgement. However, he does think he'd be ok to do my surgery since he does so many (it's almost all the guy does). So, this Friday and I'm seeing the doctor again and I'm going to tell him I want the other surgery. I doubt he'll tell me that he won't do it, but if he does there are other people who would ( and who wouldn't want me to marry a needle for the rest of my life). On Saturday I saw Wendy and we went over to Alan's for awhile and then to the mall and the waffle house. On Sunday, I stuffed a chicken and my mother made pie (neither of us had cooked in awhile) and my father came over. Mara and my father helped with the meal by falling asleep in the den. That night I got to watch one of my favorite movies ever, "Copycat". It's about a serial killer who copycats the methods of famous serial killers (Bundy, Berkowitz, the Boston Strangler, the Hillside stranglers, and few others I think). I tried to tape it but the vcr screwed up. Oh well, I'll try again next time. Anyways, I need to get dressed for class so thatt's all for now.