Prep

I haven’t had anything to eat since Monday at 6:00 pm.  To say I am hungry is a GROSS understatement.  I cannot think over the loud sounds coming from my stomach.  I cannot write a coherent post because of my headache (just to warn you).

I am so hungry that the baby food I was feeding Caleb looked really appealing.   I am so hungry that I nearly wept after a commercial for velvetta/rotel queso dip.  That actually still sounds really yummy – I think I want that for my first meal after the surgery.  or pizza. or Chick-Fil-A.  or my mom’s cubed steak and rice and gravy.  or ice cream. or…all of the above.

Surgery will be tomorrow morning at 7:30 am.  Even though we have to be there by 5:45 am (meaning leaving the house no later than 5:00 am) , I am still really excited that I’m first on the schedule. because 1) I get to get it over with, 2) I will get to eat sooner, and 3) It’s the surgeon’s first surgery and he’ll be all fresh and on the ball.

____________________________________________________________________

Do not read past this point if you don’t like potty talk or are easily grossed out or will look at me differently next time I see you.

____________________________________________________________________

By some miracle, I have managed to finish everything on my pre-op to do list.  And I say miracle because I have to go to the bathroom every 10 minutes.  AND Caleb is sick and fussy.

I lost 3 lbs yesterday, though I do not recommend “go-lytly” as a diet tool….as my doctor joked, it makes you go heavily.  I am completely empty.  And now I only go liquids, which is a very strange sensation.

I am very thankful for comfortable pajama pants without those darn time-consuming buttons and zippers.  I think I may have to invest in some pajama jeans if this ever needs to happen again.

I am very thankful that we have a two bathroom house.

I got mad at Russ on Sunday because he was telling church members how he would be making sure that I was doing all the right things to heal correctly, like getting up and walking as soon as possible…and…passing gas….guess after this post, I shouldn’t really get mad at him.

I’m thinking a blog post from post-op is in order, because if it’s this inappropriate on here hungry, just think about the inappropriateness and TMI that will be written whilst on heavy narcotics.

Stay tuned, I know that was the best tease ever.

Advertisements

2 Responses

  1. i would have slapped patrick silly if he starting talking to people about me passing gas.

    totally looking forward to the post op doped up blogging.

    ummm….i totally want some pajama jeans. for real. i almost picked up the phone first time i saw the commercial.

    keep us posted! will be thinking about you all day tomorrow!

  2. I love you, Dorothy! I thought of you when I woke up at 4:30 today and have been thinking about you all day. I love this post and your humor and the way you take everything and see the bright and good. I hope that first post op meal is wonderful and that the meds are good, too! Love you much!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: