Transition to Normal Food⟫ Ongoing
I can’t believe it’s been a week since I wrote something here – so much has happened. Right, first of all, we discovered that the cause of the pain beneath my breast was most likely me drinking carbonated drinks. I thought things were okay because I was using a straw and getting more liquid down, but it appears that the carbonation was causing inflammation in my pouch, hence the pain. So no more carbonated water or lemonade for me and I have been on either normal water or squash since then. Which meant we didn’t need to call the doctor.
I had a few nights of no sleep, even after vaping. I think it was because I stayed up too long after vaping which meant the effects had worn off and I didn’t sleep. However, last night I lay in bed thinking about how cold my feet were and suddenly remembered that I had been wearing thermal socks to bed. I got out of the habit because I had put my last pair on the sofa and I think they got knocked off by one of the girls. So I dragged myself out of bed at 3 am and put on a pair of thermal socks. I hadn’t vaped so wasn’t sure how much sleep I would get. I woke up today around 1.30 pm so suffice it to say, I need warm feet in order to sleep.
And, drum roll please, the scales moved! I am down to 153.7 kg, which takes me down 54 kgs since I began this journey. The rate of loss is still slow since surgery – 10.7 kgs or about 23.5 lbs in seven weeks. That still works out at just over 3 lbs a week so I guess I can’t complain. I need to stop comparing myself to people on Reddit and TV shows. It’s not a reliable method of figuring out what my losses should be because it’s generally the people who have lost loads of weight since surgery that post about it. The people like me who are losing slow and steady(ish) are most likely not posting about it because it doesn’t sound particularly impressive.
I am grateful to see the scales drop before the hospital appointment tomorrow. I was unsure about attending – this cough is pretty gnarly – but not only is it the first hospital appointment since surgery but I believe that there are blood tests that need to be taken and I don’t want to miss those. It’s not going to be fun – Stripes checked the hospital website and it states that they don’t have a large amount of wheelchairs available and that we should bring our own. Which means getting an Uber that can hold my wheelchair which is going to be a pain.
Book_grim wants to come to the appointment but she has a counselling session from 12.30 pm and we’re going to need to leave around 1.30 pm so she might not be ready. I’ll have to talk to her about it this evening, make sure she knows when we’re leaving.
The good thing about going to the hospital is that I finally get to wear my Calvin and Hobbes hoody that the girls bought me for Christmas and my chocolate brown puffer coat! Result – I was beginning to think I was never going to get to wear them.
I ordered myself some new crocs and they cost a pretty penny. Even with the discounts I managed to get, they were £50. But they are Wednesday Addams crocs and look a bit like Stripes’ white and black Dr Maartens so I can’t wait for them to turn up. I got them here and I really, really hope that they fit because I went for a size 9. The crocs I’m currently wearing are an American size 11, which means a size 9 in the UK I think, but I’m not sure if the new ones are going to be wide enough for my feet.
Vee recommended TOA Taxis for being able to take wheelchairs so we’re going to give them a go for tomorrow. I’ve downloaded the app and it looks similar to Uber because I can pay that way rather than having to have cash. I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen into one of those black cabs before trying to lift my leg high enough but hopefully that won’t happen again.
I dyed my hair yesterday. It was meant to be rose-gold but I think some of the purple must have stuck around as it’s very pink. I like it – kinda frosted pink because some of the white is still showing through – but definitely not rose gold. I’ve been eating mega amounts of string cheese and babybel lights and they seem to stay down well and give me a boost of protein. I’ve also found some protein yoghurts that I can handle – Arla – that are something like 20g protein per cup. I want to try to get my protein up to at least a regular 80g per day although I think I should be trying to get in something like 120g per day!
Mom got in touch and said she wants to come round and visit, so I’ve said Wednesday or Thursday of this week to give me time to recover from the hospital. Stripes has some things she baked for Christmas still available so we can offer her refreshments and hopefully get through the visit without anyone getting upset. I’m not counting on it – she knows about the hospital visit and I can almost guarantee that she’ll say something about the rate of weight loss. I’m determined to stick to the information diet, so no telling her how much weight I’ve lost (or not lost) – just keep it at any advice the surgery team give me, maybe tales of the people I meet in the group tomorrow. Okay, I refuse to start dreading Thursday before I’ve even got through Monday!
I think that’s it for a catch up – I want to paint my nails and chill for the rest of the evening so that I can cope with tomorrow. Fingers crossed it doesn’t get cancelled again.
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