I was 221 lbs so down 199 from my starting weight of 420. Â I wanted to lose 210 lbs to be half the person I used to be, but after four three months of working downtown I had stabilized here and I thought this would be a good weight to make my new home. Â Maybe surgery would remove 10 lbs of whatever and I would reach my target but this seemed unlikely. Â So, with heavy heart, and a soon to be empty wallet, I called to schedule two procedures to get rid of an excess of me. Â Time to shrink.
I called to schedule an initial pre-op visit:
*chatter about scheduling*
Receptionist: Everything will be fine, the doctor is quite skilled.
Me: I’m not worried about the doctor, I’m worried about the anesthesiologist.
Receptionist: Don’t say that. Â Everything will be fine.
Me: What? Â He’s five times more likely to kill me than the surgeon.
Receptionist: STOP SAYING THAT.
Me: Hey, I’m an actuary, I know these things.
Receptionist: Well, I’m sure the anesthesiologist is good too. Â Have a nice day, actuary.
Me: What? Â He’s five times more likely to kill me than the surgeon.
Receptionist: STOP SAYING THAT.
Me: Hey, I’m an actuary, I know these things.
Receptionist: Well, I’m sure the anesthesiologist is good too. Â Have a nice day, actuary.