Pre-Op Diet Day 13 and Tootling Along

SW⟫ 207.7 | CW⟫ 164.6 |

Pre-op Diet⟫ Day 13

Surgery Countdown⟫ 15 days

Up at 5am in the morning with my brain whirring like a hamster on a wheel. Made the most of being awake and entered a chunk of weigh in data to MyFitnessPal since Libra seems to have completely given up working for me. The charts aren’t as pretty but I just really want to be able to log everything in one place so it will do. Maybe I’ll have a look and see if it’s worth going Premium.

Also wrote a 300 word drabble so that was good as I haven’t written for a few days. I keep looking at the Mantra stuff and turning away from it – chicken shit!

Had a catch up with J which was lovely and reassured me about what I’m doing. She was always really good at that – cutting through the BS whilst being kind about it. I think I’m going to try and get some sleep because I have no idea what this phone call tomorrow morning is about – just that they’re calling between 7.30 and 8.30 in the morning and it’s about my diabetes. After Dr B. said that I am officially no longer diabetic, I did wonder if I would hear from them – maybe they want to sign me off everything? Or just remind me that it’s in remission so I still need to attend check ups. Either way, I don’t want to miss the appointment if I can help it.

I had a small meal and one slimfast shake. My tummy has been rumbling, the flatulence is back but at least no diarrhoea – just kinda nasty but nowhere near as bad as it’s been. If the slimfast stays down, then I may just go for one soup, one slimfast and the small meal as my way of coping. Well, until I hear back from the bariatric dietician anyway.

Right, sleep! I’ll write more tomorrow!

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I didn’t end up going to sleep. I stayed awake until the phone call and Stripes and Gidget joined me. They wanted to talk to me about how I’ve been taking my blood pressure readings. There doesn’t appear to be anything wrong with my blood pressure, but they noted in their records that the surgery haven’t been able to take my blood pressure whether it’s because my arm is too big or the machine hasn’t been working. So now I have booked an appointment on 23rd November to have my blood pressure taken which, to be honest, was kinda the last thing I needed. It’s the last weekend before the surgery and I can think of better things to be doing. The lady was saying that machines that take your blood pressure from your wrist can be inaccurate and they just needed to be sure for their records.

Gidget surprised the fuck out of me with a care package. She’s been buying little bits and pieces for a couple of weeks, including a face mask, body moisturiser, a little cuddly red panda – all so that I can take them to hospital with me and use them after the surgery. I was and am gobsmacked – this may well be one of the nicest, most considerate things she has ever done for me. I am incredibly touched and I can’t even find the words to think about what has been going through her head, but I truly appreciate it.

I’m struggling with heartburn? A tight feeling in my throat/chest. Stripes put me on the nebuliser this morning after the call to see if it would help, and I was fine going to sleep, but it’s back again and causing a little discomfort.

And I still haven’t looked at the Mantra stuff. I don’t know if my head has just decided that we don’t have the bandwidth to handle whatever that might bring up but I’ve been reading a book instead. Not even a particularly good one which just shows that I’m avoiding things rather than doing something constructive!

I haven’t had anything to eat yet today (just gone 6.30pm) but the plan is a repeat of yesterday with slightly different vegetables and a slimfast shake afterwards. I need to double-check on my order with MyNewPlan and see when it’s going to turn up. And I started taking psyllium husks this evening – according to my friend, S, they should help keep me regular, etc which can only be good. I know I’m struggling with diarrhoea but the aftermath of taking Immodium is constipation and that can be just a bad.

So where am I? Well, still feeling very touched by Gidget’s thoughtful gifts; grateful to Stripes for making sure I can breathe properly; a little tired; a little disappointed in myself that I haven’t hit the Mantra stuff yet. But overall, I’m doing okay. Sometimes it feels like the surgery is looming and we’re hurtling towards it at an incredibly fast pace and other times it just feels like it’s really far away. It’s hard to describe – maybe a little like a kid waiting for Christmas although I’m not looking forward to it in the same way!