Today was a much better day. Saturday was the roughest, Sunday had its up and downs, but today was pretty much okay. I think what helped is actually taking my pain medication during the day. I don’t like being drowsy and sleepy throughout the day, because then I’m not able to sleep at night, so over the weekend I was taking a full dose in the morning (around 11:00am), and another full dose at night (around 11:00pm)… and that’s it. Yeah, not such a good idea. So today I got up, showered, sat down in the living room because I felt dizzy and a bit weak, and had breakfast (chocolate shake, blech) and a half dose of Vicodin. It was enough to take away the pain and relax me without actually knocking me out. I felt so good, in fact, that about an hour after that I put away some of the kids’ laundry and scooped cat litter.
I took another dose of Vicodin around 6:00pm, but I accidentally took a 3/4 dose instead of a half dose. That extra one fourth worth of Vicodin had me feeling dizzy and lightheaded, but not quite drowsy. I went and laid down around 7:30pm and didn’t get back out of bed until about a half hour ago. I dozed a bit here and there, but I mostly watched House, Trauma and a bit of Jay Leno.
I went out to the grocery store this evening. Fun times. I was just so damn sick of plain chicken soup broth and chicken stock that I begged Dan to take me to the grocery store. I picked out several chunkier and more flavorful soups whose broths are bound to pack some more taste than what I’ve been getting. And I wasn’t disappointed… minestrone soup broth was AWESOME!
Have I mentioned that I am counting down the days until Thanksgiving? I am so over this shake and soup broth crap. Now that I’m home and feeling a bit better my hunger has returned. Spaghetti, fried chicken and French fries have all smelled mouth-wateringly good. Yet the sugar cookies I made with Alyssa this afternoon (and let her and Ryan decorate with leaf and pumpkin sprinkles) smelled and tasted (I put a dot-sized amount on my tongue just for a taste, because I was curious about many post-op patients saying that sweet things taste off and unappetizing — looks like they were right!) off.
Oh, and food commercials? EVIL. I have never craved Subway subs, Applebee’s appetizers, Pizza Hut’s pasta and Domino’s pizza like I am now! Heh. I can start to slowly re-introduce normal foods in weeks 5 and 6 (Christmas and New Year’s!), and man oh man I cannot WAIT.
Okay, enough of my food babbling. This must seriously be the largest amount of text I have ever devoted to food. So yes, enough. Right now I’m relaxing in the living room. Blanket over my lap and legs, dog nestled on the arm of the recliner and my left thigh, laptop conveniently positioned in front of me thanks to a Tablemate tray, no pain or twinges unless I move, starting to feel sleepy, down 12 lbs. since surgery last Wednesday… Life is good!
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, on November 24 2009 at 7:40am:
Wow, weeks 5 and 6? That’s nuts! Then again, it sounds like a good idea in some ways, but I wouldn’t be too scared to try little bits of things out of curiosity. They made me eat solid foods before I left the hospital and I’m here to tell you that meat is scary, but other stuff is not so much. Plus, hello who doesn’t at least taste pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving?
Anyway I think the whole things tasting off is from anesthesia and to me everything always tastes like eggs, every time I have surgery. My father in law said everything was too salty for months after heart surgery. It’s kinda hilarious really, to see what is odd tasting.
, on November 24 2009 at 9:07am:
I’m glad you’re feeling a bit better.
I don’t know much about gastric bypass surgery, so I googled it. I gotta say, it sounds absolutely awful! But I think it’s great that you’re willing to go through this to improve your health. I hope it works out well for you 
, on November 24 2009 at 11:29pm:
Wow…Thats all you can eat for 5 to 6 weeks? Thats crazy! I hope it all works out for you. It will be worth it.
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Ha ha, I would be bored of just soup but it will all be worth it in the end..