I think my sleeve and I are becoming friends.... finally.
Just some thoughts before I go to bed:
So after a long week of post-op recovery and an anxious phone call to my surgeon, I think my youth really did hurt me. I had a lot of unanticipated pain and seriously doubted what I was putting my body through. I had never had much experience with pain besides the severely sprained ankle during volleyball season and dislocated shoulder from track. Every time I drank something, I had a massive pain behind my sternum. And every time I tried to sit up or move from my back in bed, someone was stabbing me. But, I made it to the other side thanks to liquid Tylenol and a patient Mom (I refused the liquid Vicodin for several reasons, mainly nausea). My doc said it was because my abdominal muscles are not very stretched out from pregnancy or age so cutting through them was very traumatic for them. Maybe I actually did have some abs down there after all...?
I guess all in all, my sleeve and I are really starting to become friends. I'm allowed to drink a TON more without mu*****ident, I can lay in bed and not feel too much pain and I'm positive I'm in ketosis thanks to my furry teeth. Now I just really need to work on my protein and before I know it, Thursday will be here and I will be graduated to pureed foods. Yay!
Hope everyone has a great week! It's crazy to think this time last week, I was freaking out the night before surgery.