My poor step-mum who flew over from Perth to help out after surgery has been up all night vomiting. I think she has the gastro that's been going around and I am really praying and crossing everything that I don't get it as well! I'm so paranoid. As soon as the Chemist opens this morning I'm going to go and stock up on whatever I can get for it, and I might get some red cordial for me and my son to drink in our feeble attempt to avoid getting the tummy bug. I know if I get it a week after surgery, it's not going to be good, and I'll make sure I go to hospital if I start getting sick.
So paranoid and worried now...
On a high note, I'm not taking pain killers anymore. Tummy is still tender obviously but I think all I need now is the occasional De Gas. Going to try to drink a lot more water today, I didnt manage much at all yesterday.
I had some delicious pumpkin soup for dinner last night, although it was either just a TAD too thick, or maybe I ate a little bit too much, because I was just a little bit uncomfortable after. Last night was a big eye opener for me, as I watched my fiance and step-mum devour huge plates of food, which I would have quite comfortably gotten down pre-band, as well as the entre bowl of soup they had with me beforehand. They did admit though, that the meal was larger than they expected and would have liked, but still, I only managed a couple of spoonfuls of soup before I wasn't interested anymore. It was a surprise. But I guess that's the whole point of the band isn't it! i really think the next few weeks will be interesting and show me just how much I was eating unnecessarily before.
Thursday is my Post-Op appointment with Dr Anderson, so I'm looking forward to seeing my weight on his scales, and getting a good look at my incision scars. If nature can see fit to let my skin bounce back and not be saggy, I promise not to care at all about the scars! Even the stretch marks! Fingers crossed.