Walking down the hall of my work today with just the sound of my thighs rubbing together to keep me company. Could always be worse. I could be wearing cords.
On day 3 now of the liquid diet. Takes some getting used to drinking something on the sweet side for 3 meals a day. It’s like drinking a slightly runny chocolate or vanilla milkshake for breakfast, lunch & dinner. Gets old really fast. Only a bit more than a week left – and this is the easy part. After surgery it’s clear fluids only for 2 days while I’m still in the hospital, then 2 weeks of a liquid diet that I have a bit more freedom with (no more shakes!) and then onto pureed for 2 weeks. Mmmm pureed. That’ll be special. Then I’ll slowly be adding food back into my diet again – really tiny pieces and portions. My “pouch” as they call it will be smaller than my fist, so not a lot of room. I think I need to nickname the pouch. Sounds like I’m a kangaroo otherwise. I’ll think on that. Open to suggestions.
I wanted to thank all those that read my first entry in this journey, and all the amazing messages and posts you made on FB. I can not even begin to tell you how much I appreciate all the encouragement, support and understanding. Thank you. I’d hug the shit out of each and every one of you if I could. Well some of you I can. Might even grab an ass or two. No seriously, I’m floored by your response. Thank you. Ya bunch of knuckleheads.
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