Update

I had a whole nice post composed in my head, primarily during my sleep, but of course it's vanished now.

Speaking of sleep, oh, the dreams I could tell you. I really hate them. Some are okay, just weird (a lot of them are about y'all out there, silly things like your bed or some other thing we've focused on in the past), but mainly I get what I call the "picture of the day" dream. I was "told" that's what it's called by my inner dream authority, you see, so that's its name.

The POD dream happens when I get fast-moving, metallic objects thrust in front of me, and it rapidly changes, over and over, like a kaleidoscope. Sometimes the objects are in a Webkinz game, sometimes they are stickers from the dentist's office, and sometimes they are a crazy amount of crap that my kid has swallowed, that we are pulling up. It's usually the last one, and the objects consist of lots of pins and needles, buttons, small scissors, photgraphs, sometimes a small pet, sometimes a small appliance, you know the drill.

It's there whether or not I open my eyes, turn my head from side to side, or anything. It will not just go away; I can't will it away. The only thing that really turns it off for me is when I accidentally pull out my CPAP tubing and am jerked rapidly wide awake.

But enough about that. That's just annoying. What's really irritating is that 6 days out, I'm still not skinny. Not even a little bit. I probably haven't lost any weight at all. What the heck? We paid for this ourselves, so our results should be faster. That's what I think.

My incisions are still really sore and uncomfortable, although I did give up the Vikes for a day and a half there (I think, I'm all out of whack) to try and help with my vision. I still can't see straight, and I'm tired of not being able to read much or do any knitting. It didn't help, so I'm back on the Vicodin. Not like I have to drive anywhere until next week, so...

Right now I'm wearing sunglasses. It seems to help with the dizziness. Plus I look really cool, sitting about the house wearing a bloody nightgown (from picking my dry lips) and shades.

I probably shouldn't worry so much about the way I look, so much as the way I smell, however. I've made it upstairs for exactly one shower, on Thursday, and I haven't concerned myself with hygiene since. My mouth tastes awful, so I've been brushing my teeth at least twice a day, but not so much with the getting in the tub. (Rob can't complain, because he's not doing much better himself.) (He's very good about sympathizing in that department.) (Come smell us, I'm sure we are awesome.)

What else? I haven't had any visitors except for Julie, the nice guy who brought The Burrito and looked really excited when scary bloody-lip lady with no pants and sticky-outty hair answered the door saying, "Can you bring it in? I just had major surgery and can't lift it...," and the weirdos in my mind. I guess it's the pain meds that bring on all the spectacular visitors and dreams, but y'all are a hoot! I sit there in my haze, light up the CPAP, and start chuckling away at all the scenes passing through my head.

Food is going okay, not great. Everything tastes like shit, and Rob got mad and said I was drinking too fast last night and today, so he took away my skim milk. I thought that was the best thing ever, but then I read the ObesityHelp.com boards (great site, if you're interested in info) and remembered about Sugar-Free popsicles. I love hospital ice chips, but these have color! I didn't expect much, but I sent Rob right out for some, and oh, my God!

I love them. They are wonderful. Not only am I going to give them an Oscar for Best Popsicle, I'm going to stick them up my hooha and get arrested for bigamy and icy-treat kink.

Not really, but you get the picture. And if I did, I'd leave the wrapper on, so I could still eat them after.

Thankfully, I'm doing less "drunk" typing and can sort my fingers out a little better on the keyboard. I miss hearing from all of you and reading your bloggies and stuff, but I'm trying to catch up. If I don't comment, it's because I have approximately 427 to read and, let's face it, I'm a busy girl right now. Hehe.

Hope to hear from you all soon. This liquid diet phase is only going to turn into the pureed diet in another week, and I'm gonna need some support!

Fin.

Comments

[Nadine]

Love the description of how smelly you and yours are. Too funny.

[Gloria Castaño]

Mel, I'm glad to hear that you are doing better... sorry to hear the food sucks! But look at the finish line... skinnier, sexier you!

[Stephanie]

Hugs Mel,
I am going to try really hard to come over tomorrow after work & see you! I feel bad that it's been a week & I haven't been by, so sorry! I'm glad you're starting to feel a tiny bit better & sad that you aren't super skinny yet. Let's get you healed up first & then you can start getting HAWT. OK?