My surgery is on the 7th and I'm struggling HARD with the pre-op diet. I feel like crap.
I went to bed shakey and with a headache last night. Woke up at 4:00 am -and couldn't go back to sleep -with a painful, hollow, "hot pipe" feeling from my esophogus to my stomach. I ate about 1/3 of a chicken breast around 6:00 am and it all disappeared. I had about a cup of SF jello and a can of Swanson's chicken broth around 8:00 am and now I'm gagging down 8 oz. of protein drink in low-fat milk mixed with fresh rasberries and Splenda. And this is the best tasting stuff on the market?
I just want to die and get it over with. Or at least lie down and give up. I swear I think I'm only half-kidding. I mean, after all, what's so bad about having a big butt? What's wrong with ginormous boobs. Why can't a protruding belly and thighs that rub-together-so-much-when-you-walk-you-could-start-a-forest-fire be sexy? Not to mention the lovely way pants and shorts kinda crawl up and stick between them. There's nothing embarassing about having your chair stay attached to your @ss when you try to stand up. It's not humilating to have to ask the stewardess - I mean flight attendant - for a seatbelt extender. Or the smile on their faces when they hand it to you. It's not frustrating to wait to see a movie till it's been out a couple of weeks because you know you're going need a little bit of the seat next to you.
Ya, OK. I'll gag down some more of my protein drink and see if I can find some Excedrin.
__________________ DonnaB Banded March 7, 2006 Dr. Roberto Rumbaut, Monterrey, Mexico 282/212/150 (-70) 5' 9"  Never explain yourself. Your friends don't need it and your enemies won't believe it. . | 