Just stick a fork in me!

 


My body feels like that cat on the treadmill. I hope this gas doesn't last much longer. It feels like the times I've overeaten at Thanksgiving dinner and it hurt to take a deep breath. I imagine that if someone stuck a knife in me right now I'd fly around the room like a balloon.

The day started early on Friday when taking Left Brain to the airport. We had agreed that if I was doing well he should head to Minnesota as he is on the board up there and there's lots going on.  The plan was to either fly out Friday or wait until Monday. The price difference made that decision easy. $83 to fly Friday or $414 on Monday. Yikes!

This was my preference as it will be easier for me to only care for myself until my one month checkup. By the time I am ready to leave home and join him up north I will be on soft foods and that's way easier to cook for two people.

I've pureed a bowl of Panera broccoli and cheese soup and packed it into little two ounce containers so they are all ready to go. It still feels strange to think that this tiny amount of food will fill me up. But I found I couldn't eat all of my poached egg or little thing of Jello before feeling stuffed.  It's a very odd sensation to not have any hunger.

The soup was delicious and I had another 2 oz for supper. I know they want us to eat food, not soup...but I needed to start somewhere.

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