This has been a much better morning. Shower nearly wore me out, but soreness is vastly improved!
I’m under the impression the multitude of directions you are given to follow in the wake of surgery is not working well for me. Too many restrictions for this random woman. So this morning I chose to just figure it out. We’ll see how that works.
I’ve not been getting enough nutrition trying to follow the clock and the sip this, stop, sip that, stop, wait, eat this, wait, sip that. So I poured a full bottle of protein drink into my perfect Contigo cup which will hold the chill for hours and I’m working on it. I need two of these a day, for 60 grams of protein which should be my minimum. I’ll worry about the rest of it as I can.
Smell is a problem. Bob cooked an Italian red sauce for himself yesterday and the garlic nearly drove me to the barn. The smell and taste of vitamins is awful. And I need breath mints in a bad way. Guess all this internal change has kept the buffalos stomping through my mouth in a big way.
I’m dreaming of the creamy peanut butter and whole grain crackers I can add on Wednesday. I’m not going to try the cream soups and such on this portion of the plan again. I’ll stick to SF Jello and Pudding and Yogurt. Maybe oatmeal again. Adding cinnamon makes it tasty.
Wednesday is the goal for just a bit of regular food. Yippee. oh Yippee.
If you are considering this sort of surgery, or know someone who might benefit from it, please know that it should not be entered into lightly. I have had the support of my husband, who actually recommended it. I’ve had a friend to question. I’ve done the research. On this, Day 4, I’m thinking I might survive, perhaps thrive. I’m hoping for increased energy, less pain, no more insulin needles, and a longer life. Desperate measure…
I think I will journal here about this for a while. Perhaps I can help another.
