Today marks a momentous occasion. It is the official end to my two weeks of the famous post-surgery liquid diet and it means that two short weeks ago, I underwent surgery. Now where did that time go? I've healed and Joe's learned to cook. Time well spent.
The past weeks have not been difficult. I count my blessings for I know that not everyone who gets
"sleeved" has the same results. Post-op complaints range from constant nausea to pain in the abdomen with each movement. I've also been 100% compliant. And, I know, that has a lot to do with my outcome. For some reason, I think my surgeon wasn't too sure of my ability to get through all of this with flying colors. He based a lot on my "age" and boy, was that a mistake on his part. I could have led a parade of people years younger than myself, at the hospital.
So, tomorrow, it's the real world. Re-entry. Just like a baby, eating solid foods for the first time, I will be trying them on for size. I get to add things like cottage cheese, eggs, soft cheeses, pureed fruits, overcooked vegetables and a small but welcomed list of other things. I'm told that it would not be wise to scramble 2 eggs. I've been consuming bowls, not just little cups, of creamed soups and broths, whole containers of Greek yogurt and gallons of drinks so it is hard to imagine that I won't be able to get one whole egg down at a sitting. This should be very interesting.
So, I'm ready for a good night's sleep. I feel like the kids do on Christmas Eve. Let's get to bed, sleep and get the night over-with so that we can wake up to Christmas Morning.
I hope that Santa remembers that I have been a very, very good girl.