The third day after gastric bypass was a bit ruff. Very sore. Nothing tastes right except water and I can’t get the joy of a huge glass taken down. It’s frustrating. And I had a moment today when I questioned the decision. Time heals. I’m impatient. Thursday, I jumped up and did my walking in the halls with a vengeance, seeking to overachieve and go home ASAP.
Must remember that patience is a virtue and that my BG levels are going down. Of course I haven’t taken in any calories to speak of yet.
Time. Time can be a real friend or a horrible foe.