Lazy weekend

This morning, Mr. Salted and I had to go out in search of the refill of liquid Demerol. We ended up getting it from the same clinic, but they didn't have enough of it and Mr. Salted has to go back there and get the rest of it after work on Tuesday. I can't believe how hard this stuff is to get; there must be a lot of other people who are allergic to the -codones as I am. Hopefully I won't need it much longer.

I have slept most of the day today. Everyone keeps telling me my body's been through a huge shock and I need to just listen to it and take it easy, so I'm trying to do that. It is hard for me to wear any clothing that touches the incisions, and being in a prone position is the most comfortable place to be. We had a wedding to go to, but Mr. Salted went without me. I knew I couldn't make it through a dressy social situation like a wedding, and I always end up taking lots of pictures, so instead I'm laptopping and watching bad TV.

We went out to lunch at our favorite restaurant. I ordered a deal they have with a cup of soup, a dinner salad and a carrot bran muffin. I ate about 1/4 of it and will probably get two or three more meals out of it. I was afraid the bran muffin would make me sick, but it didn't. (Of course, I only ate a couple of bites of it.) I guess I'm not doing right, eating this stuff when I still should be on puree, but I take small bites and chew very carefully and have had no problems.

I have also discovered the joys of GNC online--they delivered cases of Pure Protein shakes right to my door, flavors you can't usually find in the stores and the price is about the same. Yay!!

Puree Day 1

I consulted my nutritionist instructions, and it turns out today is the day I can start puree. I had some baby cereal (it was Beech Nut whole wheat with raisin) and it was pretty good (I put some Splenda in it). That was fine.

A couple of hours later, I tried to eat some lunch meat--thin-sliced--and immediately got sick after about four bites. I think it was a mild dumping episode, and it was miserable! Nausea, sweat, dizzy, praying to the porcelain God (and I don't have the knees I used to when my lifestyle necessitated frequent prayers to the P.G.). That will teach me not to look at the label--I bet it had sugar in it. Bleargh.

Overall, I feel somewhat sore and still very tired. The worst of the bruising is beginning to heal and turn interesting colors in the interim, but I can't take any of the bandages off the incisions until I see the surgeons on the 13th. I'm just not up to doing ANYTHING, so most of the time I stay horizontal. Books, TV, and the laptop are keeping me from losing my mind. I feel like I should be doing more, but Mr. Salted says, "You just had major surgery. Just rest." It's hard, though. I hate for him to have to work all day and then come home and do all the chores too.

My ankle surgery has been tentatively scheduled for October 1.