5 Days is all I have left until my surgery. 13 Days and it is Good Friday, 15 Days and it is Easter Sunday. I went grocery shopping this week and did some shopping at Walmart too. Now I am not a huge chocolate fan but for some unknown reason all I could focus on was the chocolate everywhere. Chocoate Easter bunnies, chocolate spiderman, chocolate sponge Bob, chocolate eggs, all the different Hersey Kiss flavoured chocolate eggs, whoppers, peanute butter cup eggs!!! I think I was in hell so as the song says "If you're going through hell, keep on going." that is exactly what I did! I am sure that was the fastest shopping trip through Walmart in my entire life. Grocery shopping was ok....I felt a pain of "oh damn I can't eat that" as I purchased food to cook for my family. I made it through the grocery store though with little wounding. Now my friend Knitter sent me an email the other morning saying that her and all her coworkers were having Bacon and eggs brought in for breakfast.....nice huh, but she sent an email 30 seconds after that one apologizing for totally forgetting that I couldn't eat. Try pretending your sawdust/chalk shake is bacon and eggs! Works great....NOT!!!! Then there is my darling husband telling me that he is going out for breakfast with my father on Tuesday and on Wednesday he is hitting the all you can eat buffet at Pizza Hut for lunch with his mom. All I can hear is the commerical "ooey gooey good pan pizza, at Pizza Hut and nothing but." I just keep telling myself that this is a life change and that I am benefiting in the long run. In 5 days they are rearranging my internal road work. The orchestra, marching band and football team will not be practising that day. Now a fellow GBS recipient emailed me to say that it is sort of wierd sipping the water and broth afterwards....feels real funny. They did mention that there is the build up of gas problem.....from the surgery....they pump the cavity full of air in order to work around the organs with more success. This is great but when the surgery is said and done the air they pumped you full of is trapped in there often causing a lot of pain and discomfort! This is the reason they want you up and walking around shortly after surgery....you need to get things moving if you know what I mean. The moral of this story is "Let er' rip" folks. The more flatulent you are the better you will feel. So for all my viewers that have read my previous blogs the the musical will continue, the tuba, the trombone and the bass drum have already made guest appearance apparently the sax, the piper and flute are next to join the bowel band. Now I cooked supper tonight for the family and knitter. While dishing up Grady's supper I totally slipped up and put the pototo soup in my mouth, half way through swallowing I freaked out! CRAP!!! ok ok so be calm....that being such a small amount will be gone be tomorrow and I just need to make sure no more slip ups....considering that was my first I think I am doing ok. I cooked all those other meals and didn't slip once. It is really hard to cook and not taste stuff so it is been difficult. I feel really bad but it was totally by accident I didn't even think about it....lol...it was done before I even thought. Tomorrow is a new day and 4 more to go....I am sure it will be fine....just need to keep focused and regroup. Starting to feel a bit of the jitters. Will need to be relying on the support of friends and family for the next week or so.....one of the best things I have ever heard was said by Ryunosuke Satoro "Individually, we are one drop, together we are an ocean." My ocean is huge, clear blue and reading to be sailed! So batten down the hatches, hoist the sail we are in for a bump ride!
Steph
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