So as much as I have enjoyed having these past few weeks of summer off from school. I feel as if it is now time to return. Well that and my registration date is 07/21. I am torn. I don't know what classes to take. I don't know what I want to be when I grow up...but wait Liz you're almost 32?! Yeah but I'm still growing up :)
So for now I am stuck taking some general education classes online. Yep. Online. You see I work about 50 hours a week and some weeks I feel as if I don't even have time to take a shower let alone go to school. If I don't work the bills don't get pain and I become homeless with my dogs and disabled Mother.
So what do I want to be when I grow up? This past year I have gone through so many changes and I have learned that I have a voice. I feel I can help. I want to give back. I want to help others. I am strongly thinking about going into some type of counseling/psychology/advocacy for weight loss surgery patients. Since I have had some speed bumps along my #WLS journey I have realized there really isn't much positive and professional support options out there.
So much mis-leading information is out there and the medical community doesn't understand or listen to us. When I had a CT scan done recently a nurse handed me a bottle of contrast to drink; told me to drink it and that she will be back in 30 minutes to get me. UM OK!!!! did I mention the bottle was 33.8 ounces. I must of had a puzzled look on my face because she asked me what was wrong. I politely explained to her that I wouldn't be able to drink that in 30 minutes let alone 3 hours. She then had that same puzzled look on her face and couldn't understand why a #WLS patient couldn't chug water. The bariatric community needs help and I want to help.
Or maybe I should just go finish the rest of the classes for my business degree :)