It’s the Little Things

sandwichI ate a sandwich for dinner tonight. Exciting, right? Well, it is to me, given that my diet the past couple of weeks has consisted entirely of chicken soup, yogurt, and saltine crackers.

So far, I haven’t been up to daydreaming about fajitas and a frosty margarita, but the day is coming. :)

So what’s happening in your world? Eat anything interesting today?

4 Responses to “It’s the Little Things”

  1. Tricia says:

    Glad you’re feeling a bit better.

    Gall bladder probs and surgery just plain suck (and I’ve got the 10″ scar to prove it).

  2. Kathy says:

    Oh, Tricia! A 10″ scar? I need to stop complaining about my incisions. Yeah, there are three of them, but none of them is even an inch across. I really do look like I was stabbed repeatedly with a table knife.

    DH told me his boss had so much pain after the surgery that he was literally biting a piece of wood, and he was unable to lie down flat for days afterward. I had it rough, but not that rough. Ugh.

  3. Tricia says:

    I had the pre-laproscopy type surgery — thus a huge scar. I hear from multiple sources, though, that the amount of pain after is still horrid even with the smaller incisions.

  4. Kathy says:

    I guess the trade-off for the smaller incisions and faster healing time is dealing with all the gas that’s pumped into the abdominal cavity so the surgeon can see. It has to go somewhere, and it’s usually up.

    I woke up screaming in the recovery room because my right shoulder was cramping so badly. Or at least I guess I was screaming, as my primary memory — aside from thinking, “Please either make it stop or let me die now!” — was the nurse telling me to stop screaming and take deep breaths. Which, of course, caused stabbing pain in the abdomen. A different nurse later ran down an impressive list of drugs that were administered during what must have been only five or ten minutes, although it felt like hours.

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