Well, it's going to be harder than I thought, so I keep reminding myself that I need to take advantage of the time off work and just tune out for a bit.
I definitely felt awful after Thanksgiving dinner, trust me even if it's only a couple bites of cherry pie, it is a terrible idea. Spent most of last night between the bathroom and the couch, didn't want to disturb hubs and the pups.
I finally got smart and took some Gas-X and Tums to get the stomach cramps in control.
I did some reading and some sources suggest taking some Metamucil before eating. I am going to try that tomorrow as the diarrhea is a real bummer. I know moderation with that will be key because I'm also really scared of getting a blockage.
Also making sure to keep it down to very small meals and be sure to eat the last one by 5:30. Today just had some leftover turkey and potatoes in very small amounts three times. Tomorrow I am going to stick to some hot cereal with some brown sugar.
I've been feeling sensitive about my scars lately, so I have been avoiding looking at them. Hubs is keeping tabs, so he says it looks good. What I see is what looks like a gunshot wound and four shank wounds. Guess no more bikini contests for me. Or at least maybe I'll have a certain level of street cred at Barton Springs this summer.
My family left for the ranch today and I'm really grateful to just be home alone. It's good for me to just have my own feeling about all of this.
One of the hardest things is friends and family thinking this will be a breeze for me after what I've been through so far. So saying things like it's almost over or this is better than the bag, while well intended, are exhausting. Hence being home alone for 48 hours feeling like an absolute luxury.
My spirits are ok, and of course the Minnesota in me won't let me give up and add to that 21 years of being a Texan means you just get shit done. So I will.
Good luck to everyone who is scheduled soon! Come on back and check in.
