judijo
sweet stuff. YUK!
May 10, 2008
Day 11 1/2.
Everything tastes sweet. I am hating sweet. My skin tastes sweet. I hate the sweet protein powders and the unflavored does not work in hot soup!
GRRRR!
Today I boiled a chicken to make tacos for the family. I took a piece of meat, stuck it in my mouth, chewed to to nothing, then spit it out into the sink. Gross, yes...but heaven! :)
Tomorrow is Mother's Day. Dad is coming and I have prepared a fruit salad and some sourdough biscuits (yes, I have starter) and I will cook Hangtown Fry for the main event. And I can eat none of it.
That is OK. :)
UPDATE
Mother's Day Afternoon:
Dad came about 9AM. The hangtown fry was the hit of the meal. The biscuits smelled so good that I pulled a "Christina Aguilera", chewed some of the bread then spit it out in the toilet. It was yummy. lol (There are rumors that the singer keeps a baggie in her purse for deposits to keep her from swallowing the wrong things.) When I "true confessed" this to my daughter she asked why I didn't do it to the eggs...because I will be able to have egg and oysters in about 3-6 months, tops. Bread is not a good option, even in the long run. :)
Everything tastes sweet. I am hating sweet. My skin tastes sweet. I hate the sweet protein powders and the unflavored does not work in hot soup!
GRRRR!
Today I boiled a chicken to make tacos for the family. I took a piece of meat, stuck it in my mouth, chewed to to nothing, then spit it out into the sink. Gross, yes...but heaven! :)
Tomorrow is Mother's Day. Dad is coming and I have prepared a fruit salad and some sourdough biscuits (yes, I have starter) and I will cook Hangtown Fry for the main event. And I can eat none of it.
That is OK. :)
UPDATE
Mother's Day Afternoon:
Dad came about 9AM. The hangtown fry was the hit of the meal. The biscuits smelled so good that I pulled a "Christina Aguilera", chewed some of the bread then spit it out in the toilet. It was yummy. lol (There are rumors that the singer keeps a baggie in her purse for deposits to keep her from swallowing the wrong things.) When I "true confessed" this to my daughter she asked why I didn't do it to the eggs...because I will be able to have egg and oysters in about 3-6 months, tops. Bread is not a good option, even in the long run. :)
The Days of Remorse
May 08, 2008
I was told by GBS patients as well as support groups and my doctor and nutritionists that soon after WLS patients have a time of depression. I didn't understand until day 8 or 9 post-op.
A little after 1 week post-op, although I am feeling great, I cannot have anything to eat beyond my protein shakes, which by now taste like being force-fed Splenda, or watered down instant cream of wheat cereal, instant oatmeal, or cream soup. Yogurt and cottage cheese is allowed now, but only in tablespoons, never again in cups.
Nothing would make me happier than to run a can of fruit cocktail through my Magic Bullet blender and eat a couple spoons of that. Carrots and peas, maybe. NO, Dr. Paya's office tells me! Not for 2 more weeks. Fine.
I am in the days of remorse. One day at a time, Judi...one day at a time.
A little after 1 week post-op, although I am feeling great, I cannot have anything to eat beyond my protein shakes, which by now taste like being force-fed Splenda, or watered down instant cream of wheat cereal, instant oatmeal, or cream soup. Yogurt and cottage cheese is allowed now, but only in tablespoons, never again in cups.
Nothing would make me happier than to run a can of fruit cocktail through my Magic Bullet blender and eat a couple spoons of that. Carrots and peas, maybe. NO, Dr. Paya's office tells me! Not for 2 more weeks. Fine.
I am in the days of remorse. One day at a time, Judi...one day at a time.
Heaven in a Spray of Water
May 06, 2008
My lap RNY GBS was done April 29th and I arrived home on the 1st of May, only to take some codeine liquid and crash in bed. The best part of going home is being home in one's own bed or barcalounger.
Wait...the best part was the next day. I crawled out of bed, took off my PJs, and looked hard at the mirror. My hair, usually dry and fly-away, was now an oil slick glued to my skull. My scalp itched. I saw all shades of orange all over me from tit to pelvis. A long ink line of purple was drawn from my xyphoid to my belly button. Chunks of adhesive from monitor patches and IVs were glued to my body. Gingerly I removed the Band-Aids across my incision sites, careful not to mess with the Steri-Strip protection. I moved to the bathtub and turned on the shower.
Not too hot...those incisions were mighty tender. Not too hard for the same reason. I began with the shampoo. The fragrance was refreshing. Apply rinse repeat apply rinse repeat apply rinse repeat. The shampoo was also beginning to clean the orange disinfecting soap. Then I began to soap. Oddly enough, the incision sites were not as painful as I thought. The orange was washing off nicely. The marker would have to wait for a few more showers before disappearing.
Stepping out and drying off, the cool breeze from the outside was refreshing. The fragrance coming from the bathroom was cleansing.
I am Judijo. I am reborn.
Wait...the best part was the next day. I crawled out of bed, took off my PJs, and looked hard at the mirror. My hair, usually dry and fly-away, was now an oil slick glued to my skull. My scalp itched. I saw all shades of orange all over me from tit to pelvis. A long ink line of purple was drawn from my xyphoid to my belly button. Chunks of adhesive from monitor patches and IVs were glued to my body. Gingerly I removed the Band-Aids across my incision sites, careful not to mess with the Steri-Strip protection. I moved to the bathtub and turned on the shower.
Not too hot...those incisions were mighty tender. Not too hard for the same reason. I began with the shampoo. The fragrance was refreshing. Apply rinse repeat apply rinse repeat apply rinse repeat. The shampoo was also beginning to clean the orange disinfecting soap. Then I began to soap. Oddly enough, the incision sites were not as painful as I thought. The orange was washing off nicely. The marker would have to wait for a few more showers before disappearing.
Stepping out and drying off, the cool breeze from the outside was refreshing. The fragrance coming from the bathroom was cleansing.
I am Judijo. I am reborn.
My first post. :)
Apr 27, 2008
Today is Sunday. Tuesday is my RNY surgery date. I am scheduled to be at the hospital at 10. Surgery scheduled for 12 noon.
Friends are asking if I am nervous. God, no! I am more bored, really. I am pretty much packed for the hospital stay.
I am a 50 year old mom of a teen boy and a tween girl. He is busy trying to get good grades for a good college (Lucky me!). The girl is more aware of what I am doing.
I am happy to be off work. But I tend to be lazy when I am not. Tomorrow I will have to make an effort to exercize before I have to drink my noon laxative.
I look forward to posting often.
Friends are asking if I am nervous. God, no! I am more bored, really. I am pretty much packed for the hospital stay.
I am a 50 year old mom of a teen boy and a tween girl. He is busy trying to get good grades for a good college (Lucky me!). The girl is more aware of what I am doing.
I am happy to be off work. But I tend to be lazy when I am not. Tomorrow I will have to make an effort to exercize before I have to drink my noon laxative.
I look forward to posting often.
About Me
Saugus, CA
Location
27.2
BMI
Surgery
04/29/2008
Surgery Date
Nov 16, 2007
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