72 Pound Loss:
My Job:
I worked at TELUS Communications from July 2006 until a few weeks before I had my surgery. Right from the first couple of weeks that I worked for TELUS, I had difficulty with my manager, Mike. From what I hear, Mike had a tendency to dismiss people on his team who he didn't like (or didn't feel was attractive). When I first met Mike in July of 2006, I was weighing in at about 350lbs. 2 weeks after I started working on his team, I was handed a letter of termination because I left work for 45 minutes to attend an appointment, DESPITE him knowing and approving that time off a week and a half prior. I declined his letter of termination and told him that I felt I was being wrongfully terminated since he had agreed to my time off earlier and understood that it would be in the middle of my shift. He withdrew the letter but from that day forward, I had major issues with him as a manager. Over the next year, I was given several negative work reviews, another termination letter (again, declined) and by the time July rolled around, I was getting sick and tired of the nonsense happening at work. I decided that the best thing to do would be accept a transfer to Montreal (My boyfriend and I had just broken up, so no strings!) and get out of Edmonton. After surgery, I moved everything cross-country to Montreal to find out 3 days later that TELUS was letting me go because my manager in Edmonton has given them a poor reference and advised them not to let me transfer.
Handsome Doctor:
During the month of August, I kept in contact with Jorge (who I mentioned as being the doctor who treated me post-op in Mexico) over MSN. Things quickly turned from doctor-patient to lust as he began flirting with me and at some point in the end of August, we moved our 'relationship' from online to the phone. We spoke everyday for as long as we could. I would call him on his cell or he would drive to the nearest restaurant which had wi-fi and we would connect to video chat on MSN. I thought I was the luckiest girl alive - why would someone like him be interested in someone like me? When I moved to Montreal and found out that my job wasn't going to work out, I took that opportunity to pack up my belongings and move down to Puerto Vallarta with my handsome doctor. On October 3rd I arrived in Vallarta and was picked up by Jorge. It was very strange to see him again after so long of being on webcam but I felt very comfortable with him. We shared our first kiss in his car while sitting at a red light on the way back to his house (So romantic LOL). Those first 4 weeks that I was down there with him was spent mostly with him at work doing surgeries with Dr Joya and me at home sitting on the computer, researching spanish and preparing him his meals. I felt very much like a typical housewife. Sometime in mid-November, Jorge was called away to an "emergency surgery" that was to happen in a different state, 4 hours away. He left me around 10:15 that evening and drove to meet the rest of the surgical team. I sat down at my computer, where he had been playing with my webcam and checking his email - and as I started to close down the internet browser, I noticed an email with a subject line which mentioned "Thank you for the other night" from a woman who I knew had been a patient of Dr Joya's as well. Curiosity got the best of me and I clicked on the email. What I found was an email describing how his 'scent remained on her pillow' and how she told her mother that they had slept together while she was in Vallarta recovering from surgery and that her mother had invited him to attend a cruise with their family. I was so confused and angry and I wasn't sure what to do. I tried calling his cellphone, but by then (10 minutes later) it was either out of range or he was not answering. I spent that entire night crying and not able to sleep. I felt so alone, being in Mexico with no family or friends to support me with a person who I clearly didn't know all that well. He returned the next day and essentially told me that I have to accept him for who he is (a cheater?). Being that I was in Mexico and had no way of finding my way back home, I accepted it. Things got worse from there and by the end of the month, I was suspicious of everything he did. He would treat me horribly, flirt with other women while in my presence, go out for drinks late at night and then return home at 3am drunk and refuse to look at me. I flew home with help from my Dad. Something worth mentioning: Jorge had a friend named Angel who was also dating a Canadian girl, Chelsea. Chelsea was a patient of Angels from earlier in the year while she was visiting Vallarta, she had burned her feet on the hot sand and was sent to him, being that he was the hotel doctor. They hit it off and had been dating ever since. Angel broke up with Chelsea in October but didn't give any reason. Chelsea and I had never been friends up until this point because Jorge made her out to look like a complete ass and he told Chelsea that I was crazy, so she didn't want to be friends with me either. Upon my return home, I received a message from Chelsea in my facebook inbox asking me to call her. I was very hesitant, but I decided to go ahead and call her, thinking that she was a crazy ass. That phone call lasted the better part of 3 hours, with both Chelsea and I revealed everything we knew about each other's new ex boyfriends. I told her that Angel was sleeping with other women while he was in Vallarta and she was back home in Canada and he also flew to Cancun and proposed to his ex girlfriend while him and Chelsea were still together. Chelsea let me in on Jorge's little secrets, including his drug use, sleeping with prostitutes as well as other patients. Chelsea and I are best friends now and have been for the last two years. Us both being conned by greasy Mexicans (that's what we call our ex's, not all Mexicans) definitely brought us together and I am very grateful to have her as a friend, even if the friendship happened at our own expense.
Some photos from this period in time:
August, 07 
September, 07 
October, 07 
November, 07
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