Nyrial

I keep promising myself that I will try my best to post at the end of every week at a bare minimum. Somehow the weekend flies by so fast that I never seem to get around to it in time. This last weekend was busy, it was the last week of my psychology class, and I’m happy to report that that “A” is in the bag. Now I can concentrate on knocking these last few weeks of math out in a timely fashion, and then I can relax until the end of September when next term starts. Its been really hard getting back in the learning mindset, but I’ll get there eventually.

I know I had something pertinent to blog about, but I’ll be damned if I remember what it is now. I haven’t weighed myself because I’m afraid to, so that’s not news. Oh yes, yay, hardboiled eggs and mushable foods! I get to be on this stage for a month, but I don’t care because I can actually chew things! I still have a little pain now and again, and I learned the hard way yesterday why it’s so important to chew thoroughly. It’s awfully uncomfortable while it’s going down.  To be honest, the thought of a blockage or dumping scares the living daylights out of me, so I’m doing everything in my power to avoid it. I still have a hard time remembering to drink enough water, but my body has been getting to the point now where I crave it, so that’s a big help.

Oh yes. 8 days and 2 hours till my mom is here again! This time she’s coming with my older sister who I haven’t seen since January, so I’m really excited. Even better, when they go back to Michigan, they’re taking my children with them!!!!!!!!!!!!! Freedoommmmm, freeeeeeeeedooooom! This is the kind of opportunity, should I be able to, I would have gotten my drink on, unfortunately, I’m not sure how the new plumbing will handle it, and they told me not to drink any alcohol for at least 3 months. It’s a sad thing. Not to mention I like girl drinks and beer, which is sadder because no sugar and no carbonation. I may have to just sip a shot or something. Dan is super excited because he will be able to keep the house clean for more than 8 hours, and we’re both excited because we have some more very special (emphasis on that word) visitors coming out for Labor Day weekend! (I love you Amy!)

Since I can’t think of an insightful or witty ending, here is some cuteness instead.

I had my 2 week post-op on Thursday. All I have to say is YAY Purees! I never thought I would be happy to be eating pureed food, but after two weeks on a liquid diet, you wouldn’t believe how happy some applesauce will make you. If anyone EVER tells me I took the easy way out to lose weight, I swear to God I will crush them. This is anything but easy. It’s hard to remember to sip fluids all day, even when you don’t want them., Measuring everything you put in your body, and hoping it’s enough of the right things. Yes, I have the education from the doctor’s office, but it’s a lot harder than it sounds. Anyway, this is just meant to be a brief filler. Naturally they weighed me at my appointment. I was both surprised and VERY pleased to see that since surgery, I have lost 26 pounds. That means that since April, I have lost almost 60 pounds. You can’t even begin to imagine how good that feels. I’m actually considering investing in a scale, just so I can see it myself, before this I never had one because it was too depressing, now I actually think I may start looking forward to getting on it.

Going into my second week since release, I can honestly say I’m 100% sick of a liquid diet. Tomorrow I can officially start purees. The thought makes my stomach turn, for me food is a lot about texture. I keep telling myself it’s going to be worth it.  I KNOW it will be. I swear though, everyone at work today had a burger for lunch just to taunt me. When I said something to my lead, he’s like, “want a bite?” and I’m like “hell yeah.” So he’s like, “what would happen to you?” and I was like, “I would probably end up back in the hospital, or at the very least I would be curled up in a ball on the floor wanting to die.”

He’s very good about sharing food I’m not supposed to have with me. In the two week pre-surgery diet he shared his cherries with me, even though I wasn’t supposed to have fruit. He picked out the juiciest, sweetest one in the bunch for me. But then, this is also the guy who calls me to his desk on the day I can’t eat because of bloodwork, and when I get there asks me if the teriyaki chicken on his desk smells good.  The nice thing about working with the people that I work with is that most of us have the same sick sense of humor, so while it was torturous, it was rather funny too.

Right now I’m just waiting for Dan to get home. “JUST WAIT TILL YOUR FATHER GETS HOME!” has taken on a whole new meaning. In this case, it means, pray to a higher being that I don’t kill you before he gets here.  Amelia is running up and down the hallway tormenting the dogs, and Gretchen is trying her hardest to jam my USB ports with half chewed baby crackers. She started walking by the way, no one and nothing is safe!

P.S. You don’t scare me Dickinson!

Its been almost two weeks since I had surgery and I have to admit, I’m feeling a lot better. My stomach still looks like a warzone, its all covered in bruises. My incisions are healing nicely, and I almost feel like eating something. Almost. It’s hard to remember to drink the fluids I’m supposed to be drinking, not only do I not feel like it, I just.. forget. I did find a rather nice way to stomach some protein powder though. I made sugar free cheesecake pudding, and I thin it out with milk so it’s drinkable, and I add unflavored protein powder to it. It tastes kind of like cake batter, which is way better than a protein shake. It’s so good, I feel naughty drinking it, like it’s bad for me or something. Sugar free Popsicles have also been my friend.

After I was discharged from the hospital last Wednesday, I had a couple relatively uneventful (albeit painful) days at home. I was just able to finally get myself out of bed two days ago, you wouldn’t believe how much your body depends on your abdominal muscles for basic movement until you can’t use them.  Up until two days ago my stomach was so swollen that I couldn’t even get my stretch pants on. Keep in mind I don’t typically wear these, unless I’m 8 months pregnant, or in this case, retaining so much water, I could pass for a beached whale. I am not making this up.

My mom and Dan have been complete saints about helping me and waiting on me hand and foot, and I want to thank them both publicly from my heart. (I miss you mommy!)

Back on track though. After last Wednesday things started slowly getting better. At the mall on Saturday however, I began some scary bleeding, and ended up back in the hospital for an overnight stay. I started in Everett, then got my first ambulance ride ever to Renton. Unfortunately I didn’t get the lights and sirens, but I did have a rather good looking paramedic driving the ambulance. I have yet to figure out why he was wearing shades at midnight. (Sorry Rina, he was WAAAY too young for you!) On Sunday when my bloodwork came back stable, I got kicked out of the hospital and sent home.

I’ve worked remotely all week, I attempted to go back to work on Wednesday, but when I took my medical parking pass request in to Boeing medical, they had a complete hissy fit about me being there and sent me home! I was like WTF! Its not like assembling the airplane myself! So because my job is so strenuous, I spent the week working in bed, with my feet on pillows, taking a nap time instead of a lunch time, feel free to hate me! I’m looking forward to going back on Monday though and waving my work release paper in their face though. Bastards.

just.. ow