Yesterday boys and girls we discovered what all the paper work meant when it discussed discomfort, and other very graphic medical terms for "tummy troubles". Of course it waited until my Ladies' Group meeting to appear - and then again afterwards... yeah fun. Let's just say pudding isn't high on our list of stuff we want to eat anymore...
Today hasn't been much better - we're sticking to stuff that doesn't make our small little internal tummy (as opposed to the outside one which is still - large) churn with the now familiar balk of stuff it don't like. So it's been a quiet day in terms of my food intake. We'll see how we hold down soup and go from there. the pureed food portion of our comeback has been limited to scrambled eggs. More like egg - singular - and eaten slower than a kid facing broccoli for the first time. I finally get how this surgery works - food becomes such a turn off by the time you are able to eat just about anything you remember those first times and just frown and say - ah nope - not doing that again.
Which may turn out to be a good thing - right now life just sucks.
The weather however is super fab and I am spending a great deal of time outside - Violet isn't happy as there is no blanket for her to sleep upon - but hey. It nice there is a breeze the sun is shining and I am currently sitting inside on the computer. Give me a break - I needed to look up something so I stayed to jot down a few thoughts.
Random thought for today is my in-laws. I have had various discussions with Bubba regarding his family and while we were left handily invited to their "family" vacation in July it was too soon for me to take that kind of time off from work again - and frankly - see left handed semi-invite for all the love and warmth that came with that.... not to mention the small internal dance of glee one did when dodging a bullet known as a week with his sister without the ability of adult beverage to make it all - well fuzzy, and bring down the murder possibilities from DEFCON 1 up to DEFCON 4. (remember lower number is bad... ) Not to mention I would have to dose Bubba's morning beverage of choice with my remainder of liquid fun drugs just to get him through a week with his mother and sister... this boys and girls would not have been a pretty trip. OH I would have had my laptop and wi-fi for every lovely moment - after all if I was going to be stone cold sober - I'd need an outlet or the brain to mouth filter would have had a major malfunction-and knowing my timing - it would have been a doozy.
So, needless to say we're dodging that by saying we can't go... and gee thanks for thinking of us - well after the planning was done. Whatever. I do believe I had stated that I, me, personally have stopped trying to enforce a relationship between my husband and his family. I used to remind him to call home every now and again, he did say something about "how bout they call me every now and again?" Nice thought. They never do.
In some respects it's like that with my siblings as well - outta site outta mind. We live here - they live there - you can't hit us up for every event - if you let us know we make time and get there for the big ones... but there are days I feel very left out. I don't have the mommy code, therefore I am outside that loop completely. And yes I still think God takes the poker out of his bag of tricks every time I hear of another baby on the way to the uninspired masses. I don't think God hates me, he's given me too much, but I think he reminds me that suffering is part of life and this is my silent cross to bear. Which if you know me - I don't do silent - I blog. ;-)
I won't get off on a rant of babies and bull crap - not worth the electrons - but there must be something wrong with me when my dark and twisty brain now sobered up from the medial pharmaceuticals is dancing about asking questions like - why don't they come down here?? Do they have more news that Niece A is prego with number 4 and don't want our reactions? I doubt it but then again...
Plus in a year I'm going to be skinny, like it or not Bubba will pay for cosmetic surgery in case anything is flappy that shouldn't be and Aunt Ing is going to enjoy wearing a much smaller size. Now if she could just figure out what she can eat and have stay tuned....
How does one make pureed chicken look appealing?
Take a swig of the pain meds pumpkin it will all go down good... hick.
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