The other day Allen and I went out to dinner with the surgeon who did my wls, and his wife. Allen and the surgeon were stationed together in Iraq, so they are friends. My husband knows all the surgeons here, so we would be hard pressed to find a doctor who he didn't know. Anyway, Allen told me that this guy was the only one he would have trusted messing around with my innards.
Anyway, usually when I go out to to eat, the waitress always asks me if there is something wrong with my meal. I've gotten very use to it by now. My stock reply is, that I'm just not all that hungry today, but the meal is wonderful. This meal was no exception, except this time when she asked if there was something wrong with it, I didn't know what to say. I kind of stammered a little bit, but ended up just telling her the same thing I usually say. It just felt very akward having a meal with my surgeon. There was a part of me that wanted to tell the waitress that I had wls, and this is the guy that I can thank for it. I didn't of course, but I just feel this huge sense of gratitude, that I don't completely feel comfortable expressing. What would you have said to the waitress? We will, more than likely, be in more social settings with him, so I just need to find a comfort zone within myself I guess. It's the first time that I've seen him since he took out the drain, several months ago. I avoided the surgery subject and so did he. I'm hoping that I didn't come off being ungreatful. At the end of them meal, both guys were arguing about who would pick up the tab. So, I interjected and said, "We are picking up the meal, you did my surgery and I didn't pay you for it (military hospital)." His wife then made the statement that the government paid for it. Then I replied, "Yes, but they didn't pay nearly what it was worth." There wasn't any more discussion about it after that. It's the best I can think to say without gushing and coming across as being a total goof ball.