Stuffed on stuffing

In case anyone was curious to see what my Thanksgiving plate looked like:


That's green bean casserole, stuffing, mac&cheese, mashed potatoes with gravy, a sweet pickle, and turkey. I did not eat it all. I managed to clear all but the stuffing and was miserable the rest of the day.

Not the "I'm going to be sick miserable" but the "I ate a little too much I'm going to do nothing for the rest of the day go away" miserable.


Speaking of food.. I did a Wendy's drive through today. I got a little variety off of the dollar menu and it smelled SO GOOD. I got a little of a cheese burger, and a few chickie nuggets, I stole some of dad's fries. I couldn't wait.

And it tastes bad.

They said my mind would start to catch up to my body about this time.


Damn.


Even the smell of it is upsetting my stomach. Ugh. Smells are more important now too. Icky.

Breakfast

I thought I would post a picture of the various pills I'm taking right now.

Please keep in mind that this doesn't account for ALL my "meds".

The three on my fingers are: prilosec (4 times a day), actugall (2 times a day) multi-vitamin (3 times a day).

The two on my palm are supplements I started taking for the urinary and yeast infections. They're garlic and cranberry pills, I take them about twice a day.

I also have to take citracil (2 times a day) and pepto-bismol (4 times a day).
It won't be another 2 months until I can take the pill version of citracil.

They say losing weight gives you more energy

Boy.. am I tired, almost too tired to go take a shower.

I didn't do too hot at the gym today, I had some light headedness, acid crawling up my esophagus, dizziness, or just always short of breath. I actually ended up doing less reps on a machine today, but my trainer tried to encourage me by saying my form had improved greatly.

I'm just.. /so tired/. I didn't do good with the whole eating thing today. I had a few bites of a protein bar at 8am and decided to call that quits until I determined if it was user friendly or not. I didn't get to eat anything else until 3:40pm. Which was a few bites of stuffing and mac and cheese. Heedless to say that didn't last but 10 minutes. For dinner mom and I swung by Sonic and I had a chili wrap and that managed to last 5 minutes before I spent another 30 minutes in the bathroom regretting it.

I also didn't take a gatorade bottle with me today, so I'm short on that too.
There's my problem.


just so tired.

This post might be a little TMI

Weigh in- I started at 233 and currently weigh 214

Also, this is a guy I can relate to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0q6Gc23ZtPA

So this post is pretty much going to be a bit TMI.

Don't read it if you get squeamish about crotch troubles.





























ok. So here's what's going on. After the surgery I haven't been able to get enough liquids in me, which means I'm pretty much open for bladder infections. This sucks, it hurts to pee. Also, on top of that I've had an obnoxious to mild yeast infection. This isn't something I didn't see pop up while doing research.

For the yeast infection I've basically been doing home remedies like wearing cotton undies, drinking a lot of cranberry juice, and going commando with loose pajama bottoms at night. When the inevitable bladder infection reared its ugly head I broke down and bought some cranberry supplements and some garlic pills. Supposedly garlic is good for yeast infections which I hope once that clears out the bladder infection won't be far behind.

Also, I've noticed that whenever I eat anything I have to make a running dash for the bathroom anywhere from 5-20 minutes later. I am usually not a pleasant camper after that. I've started carrying my own can of air freshener and I'm tempted to also bring my own roll of toilet paper too.

The best part about working at a nursing home is that everyone is already used to the smell of poo and the unattractive sounds that usually comes with it.

6oz stomach

Forgive me readers for I have sucked, it has been 14 days since my last update.


So, what has happened in those 14 days? Well, we've progressed from yogurt and broth to soft foods (refried beans, mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, mac & cheese) to "regular" food.
Now when you're starting up the "regular" food diet, you're suppose to take it slow. Cheerios, some deli meats, and baked fish. The less intense the better.

Our first solid food was pizza.

DO NOT JUDGE ME.

I took everything off but the cheese and I chewed that sucker until it was liquid. It was the most delicious thing I had tasted in my life, which is saying something considering it was from Sbarros and I hate Sbarros. The piece I got was smaller than my thumb.

Since then I've tried tater tots, cheddar bites, frito chili wraps, pizza pockets, pizza bagel bites, various soups, some chinese food, a toasted rueben sandwich, and some hot german potato salad.


Everything seems to have been agreeing with me so far, none of the food has caused any stomach aches however some has caused my poo to smell worse than usual (It was the soup, ironically).
The only thing that really gave me any grief was the lactose free milk. I had about two fingers worth in a glass with some buffalo pretzel bites and not 10 minutes later (about the time it takes for food to get to my stomach now) I had cramps and the runs (which considering I've had nothing but liquid poo since the surgery, that's saying something).

I'm afraid of food again. Before the surgery I wasn't so much afraid of eating as I was ashamed that I ate. Now I'm afraid. At the same time, however, I'm curious and feeling rather adventurous. "Can I eat this? Let's try!"

I'm also going to the gym twice a week, my trainer is a doll.
Or so I kept reminding myself when I had trouble moving today.
My ass hurts in ways I never knew it could

Today is the three week anniversary, and when I weighed over the weekend I had lost a grand total of 15lbs.

I started at 233, I am now 218.
Yay!

The lady at work who also had the surgery came to see me today, and she started squealing with glee. I now have my cheek bones back.
Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back.

Staple free is the way to be

Got my staples out today.

Hallelujah.

They felt funny coming out, and itched a little afterwards.. but oh man it feels so much better to not cut my fingers on them anymore. The little holes around my incisions look worse than the incisions do. We had a little lecture on what to do for the rest of Stage 1 and how to handle Stage 2, then we had our first weigh in.

I started at 234, I'm down to 223.

That's 11 lbs in one week.

HUZZAH!

After that we drove home. Surprisingly we were able to make it the whole trip without making any stops. I was impressed since mom usually needs a pit stop every half hour. I was concerned that my dumping syndrome would kick in since I didn't go to the bathroom before we left, I did just fine though.

Ran like hell to the toilet the second I got out of the car, but hey, I made the trip juuuust fine.

Faulty support system

Mom did the surgery with me so that she could support me through this.


I honestly can't help but wonder if I'd be having an easier time on my own.


Mom's been entertaining the idea of buying steak so she can lick it or chew to just spit out. I've been very adamant in insisting she not, saying it would almost be more cruel. She eventually whimpers and simpers at me but in the end she gives in. She sulks about it and is annoying for awhile but she always sees logic...

Mom had her first break down today. We swung by Wal-Mart to pick up some soap to do laundry and of course their laundry stuff is over by the other groceries.

Like food.

She wanted to check out the goldfish crackers, and that was fine since we picked up another few packets of goldfish crackers. Next to the crackers were various jars of peanut butter. She wanted to grab one but I forced her onwards and managed to put the peanut butter back. This peeved her off. By now I got a phone call and was talking to the person, I was following mom on instinct, not really paying all that much attention. So I was kind of surprised to find us in the middle of the frozen foods section.

Somewhere between peanut butter and frozen pizzas mom had come to the decision that she was going to get a frozen burrito. This opened up an all out argument between us. In the middle of Wal-Mart... over an 89 cent burrito.

Nice.

She threw a bit of a tempter tantrum, I did the silent treatment thing, and she ended up calling somebody else who had had the surgery. She talked mom out of the burrito and mom continued to complain for the rest of the afternoon.

Blood. Eee. Hell.

Pink Medicine=Black Tongue?

BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

My tongue is black, thanks to the pepto-bismol.
It is not pretty... they didn't really warn us about that until after the surgery.


Mom keeps bemoaning the loss of food and it's starting to get to me. At first I was indifferent towards food but now that mom keeps going on and on about it I find myself missing food I can chew. My cravings seem to be towards sweet things like waffles or brownies. I also wouldn't mind some sushi.

Mom's wanting steak, Italian, or Mexican food.

Tonight's beef broth seems to have appeased her for now.