Not much to say, but I do love typing out drivel and posting it as new and interesting updates on my life.
All I’ve been doing is creaking around the house like 157 year old woman, sleeping a lot, knitting a little and eating mushy food. Oatmeal and rice. Delicious. Of course all I can think about is a Port of Subs sandwich, veggie on wheat with avocado, three cheeses, lettuce, tomato, pickles, olives, cucumbers, salt, pepper, oregano, vinegar and oil. Or a nice green salad with romaine lettuce and baby spinach, grape tomatoes, carrots, cucumbers, kalamata olives, feta cheese and a little balsamic vinegar dressing. Yummy….
And I can’t have any of it! I’m stuck on the mush diet for a week, so it’s bland oatmeal, bland rice, bland soup bland bland bland. I’m not hating on the oatmeal, I like oatmeal with a little toasted wheat germ and maple syrup, but it has to be plain. Belch.
I also have to change my eating habits for all eternity, if I don’t want to land myself back in the hospital with more stomach issues. I’ve been drinking coffee for breakfast and eating one meal in the evening, because I’m broke like that, and apparently that’s exactly what I’m not supposed to be doing. Not that I enjoyed eating like that, but it’s gotten to be a habit. Now I have to eat six small meals a day, which are really more like large snacks, and no coffee on an empty stomach. I’m just glad the nurse didn’t say no coffee period. I don’t think I could have handled that. I haven’t drank coffee for nearly a week now, and I’m glad I was zonked out in the hospital for the caffeine withdrawal period.
Why am I blogging about this? I have nothing else to say! The hood of the SBC chugs on. Caught up on some interesting blogs. Watched some daytime TV yesterday. That’s it. That’s my world right now. Oatmeal and mourning the loss of coffee.
How are you? Please, do tell. I’m climbing the walls here!
