When my mother said she wanted me to date a doctor, I don’t think this is exactly what she had in mind. Nevertheless she has been very supportive of my decision to have gastric bypass surgery and now I that I am actually on the schedule, it’s all feeling very real.

Oh yeah, it’s November 5th.  We’ll be going to Rochester on the 4th. I don’t have the details yet but I assume I’ll be at the hospital bright and early on the 5th. Two nights inpatient and then five more days we’ll be in residence at some local hotel.  On the seventh day, staples are removed and we get to come home.

And I get to come home to a nice new sunny, home. We are just wrapping up our move to our new townhouse. I’m exhausted even though Sweetness and the moving men did all the heavy lifting (as if dragging this enormous ass up and down stairs isn’t heavy lifting!) My poor man is sound asleep at 10pm and I’m sitting in the middle of a sea of boxes and miscellany. This is the second weekend of this mess too, the moving guys having done their thing last weekend. We rented a smaller van this morning to get the rest of it. Next weekend, we’ll go back and clean the place and then never to return I hope.

It’s driving me ’round the bend to see it like this, but I’m too tired to drag another thing to its new cupboard or room. There’s always tomorrow.

Oh yes and here in Canada, Thanksgiving is on Monday. I have a small turkey in the fridge thawing. I’d rather not go to any fuss for the two of us when there is so much else to do here but if I don’t do it now, I’ll miss out on turkey dinner for awhile.  It’ll be one of my last big meals before I go have a big chunk of my stomach bypassed. Gotta have the turkey dinner, right? Right.

Anyone have any ideas what my very last blow-out dinner should be? I’m actually not even sure I want to go out like that. We did talk about going out to a really fancy place but with all the expense of moving, I don’t think think so. Besides, it’s such as hassle trying to find something to wear to a really nice place. They don’t make really nice things in FatLady size. I think I’d rather have a nice dinner out after I’ve dropped some poundage.

But if I were going to go all out, Last meal for 100 miles, what should it be?