Puree Week⟫ Day 2 Redux
Well, it’s been a bit of a day. I woke up sneezing and wheezing and feeling really tight in my chest. I thought I’d managed to kick the worst of this cough/cold but apparently not. As the morning progressed, things got worse – it felt like I had a boulder stuck on my chest with how badly the wind was trapped and a few times I thought I was going to throw up.
Stripes helped me use the nebuliser which helped clear my nose (dripping all over the place – gross) but I couldn’t calm down enough to be able to work through the trapped wind. In the end, I put on my CPAP machine, settled under the duvet and put on a playlist of someone shopping at Home Bargains over the cousrse of the year. I’m not sure how long I slept for, but I felt markedly better when I woke up. If it happens again this evening/tomorrow morning, we’re going to call the surgery team to see if they have suggestions. I was petrified of throwing up, firstly for what it might do to my stitches and secondly because I hadn’t actually consumed anything.
Today, I’ve had a milky coffee, a jelly pot, a tablespoon of tuna with a tablespoon of mashed potatoes, and I’ve made a mango and passionfruit smoothie to finish everything off. It’s not quite the full puree menu – I’m meant to be aiming for five meals per day – but I think it’s progress.
Positivity: comparison is the theft of joy. I was watching either Too Large or 1000 lb Friends (not sure which) and one of the people had already lost nearly 2 stone three weeks post surgery. Then I read a post on Reddit and someone was told they should be losing 1 lb per day. I’m nowhere near that and was beginning to feel like a failure. I even went so far as to weigh myself with no clothes on to see if there was a difference. There is, but there felt like there was no point in logging that weight because tomorrow when I go back to weighing wearing clothes, it would just show a rise. That was the point that made me realise that I was letting other people’s journeys and achievements get into my head. The scales will go down when they go down – in the meantime, my job is to take the meds, work on getting in the food, and sip sip sip. That’s all I have to do. And I can do that – I have been doing that.
Does it count twice if I come up with something else positive? I was feeling like the worst kind of wuss because the pain of the trapped wind was making me cry but instead of just berating myself, I accepted Stripes’ words that I was far from being a wuss, was handling things well and allowed myself to stop trying to bull through the pain and rest. That has to be a good sign, right? I allowed myself to just feel rough and do what I could to recover.
Book_grim is back at work tonight and going to visit her dad’s side of the family tomorrow, so for the rest of the week it will just be me and Stripes. I don’t think we have any wild plans – she’s got her baking to do for her dad’s side of the family Christmas, and I want to crochet and do some reading.
We’re coming up on the deadline we set for the wet room to be cleaned and it looks like our Airtasker has completely and utterly flaked on us. I’ll get the money back and try to rebook but I am really disappointed. But I might ask Stripes to help me refresh my hair dye – the soft lavender is definitely fading so could do with a top up. So, shower tomorrow and fresh jimjams which actually sounds rather lovely. So Puree Redux is under way and I think I’m going to call today a success because in spite of the wind issues, I didn’t just stick to liquids – I ate the tuna and mashed potato, and the smoothie is definitely thicker than water or tea. Little steps!
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