Puree Week⟫ Day 2
Day 1 of the Great Puree week seemed to go okay, but today I am struggling a little with diarrhoea. Yesterday, I had chicken with mushrooms and spinach – it looked strange but was really tasty. I hadn’t realised just how tired I was going to feel eating and went to bed before midnight. I woke up a couple of times to go to the bathroom then crashed out again.
Anyway, this morning I attempted to make Wheat Bix. All went well in the kitchen but once I got back to my room and tried it, I decided it needed a little sf flavourings. My hand shook and it felt like I poured half the bottle into the breakfast. I did taste it but it was unpalatable and I didn’t have the energy to go to the kitchen and try it all again, so I waited until Stripes was up. It seemed to go down okay – it was very much just like a liquid Wheat Bix so not quite as textured as the chicken and veg I had last night. I had a small muller light Greek yoghurt mixed with my antidepressants, and I think that is what my body is reacting to. It’s a bit similar to when I used to have Ozempic clear-outs – it’s like my body has decided NOPE and it has to be expelled immediately.
The plan is to have mashed potato and cheese for dinner and hopefully that sticks because I am looking forward to that so much!
Vee and Shar visited which was lovely. They didn’t want to stay long as both Stripes and I are still fighting off this leurgy, but it was very nice to see them. Vee said I had lost so much weight and I struggled to accept the compliment. I said that it was from before the surgery and tried to play it off instead of just accepting it. Maybe something to think about and work out how I feel?
I’m meant to be having another counselling session today but (a) I didn’t have any homework and (b) I am struggling to stay awake, so we shall have to see! Strictly and maybe a movie later as I want to do some work on the blanket for Jay’s granddaughter.
Well it looks like the couple of days without diarrhoea have come to an end. Add that to coming down with a cold, and I feel like death. It’s meant to be a writing day but when I woke up around 8 am, I knew I was in no state to try to get anything done, so went back to bed. Finally woke up around 3pm and still feel like shit. The only consolation is that it’s better to suffer and recover from this cold a couple of weeks before the surgery because any closer to the actual date and they might postpone the surgery to give me a chance to recuperate.
Asda is demonic – Stripes ordered some chicken breasts in the bi-weekly shopping so that I could have a change from the white fish fillet I’ve been eating and of course, Asda sent chicken drumsticks and no breasts at all. So fish again tonight. I tried to pull a swifty by having a watered down slimfast shake with some Jordan’s sf syrup but it was shortly after I finished drinking it that the bout in the bathroom occurred so I don’t think I’m going to be able to slide up to two shakes and a meal a day. Since I still haven’t heard back from the bariatic dietician, I’m going to call tomorrow to see if they have any advice for me.
Not sure how I feel about their lack of contact. Initially, it was definitely my fault because I didn’t include all of the pertinent details they needed like hospital number, but I replied on Monday early evening so they had all of yesterday and today to get back in touch with me. A little disappointed maybe? Or maybe it’s just that nearly ever-present feeling of being alone in all of this? It all feels a little too hands off which is worrying.
