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Who ever thought plain water would taste so damn good? I'm sipping an ounce of water at a time from a little medicine cup. I have to be careful not to drink too much, too quickly lest I stress out my healing stomach "pouch." Medications must be crushed before taking. Right now I'm taking a Pepcid every day to inhibit excess stomach acid production, my antidepressant, and a liquid painkiller called Lortab. I also have on hand some Reglan for nausea if I need it, which I haven't so far. Currently I'm living my life by the clock. I fill my little 5 ounce cup with water every 15 minutes and drink it slowly. I have no appetite whatsoever, which is really strange. I take the Lortab every four to six hours. I'm planning to wean off of it as soon as I feel like I can handle the pain, because it makes me really groggy and tired. I'm doing my best to walk around the house for five minutes at a time and I'm planning a walk down the block tomorrow. The more I walk, the better I feel, but I tire really easily. The kids came to see me today. They're spending a couple of weeks with their father while I recuperate, coming over for an hour here and there just to lay eyes on me to make sure I'm doing OK. They didn't really talk about being afraid for me throughout this ordeal, but we did our best not to scare them with too much information on the dangers of surgery. It was good to get a soft hug from them. They're being very careful not to bump into my swollen tummy, wrapped up tightly in an elastic binder, although Gabe really wants to just crawl into my lap. My primary care physician removed the staples from my surgical incision today. It didn't hurt at all. When I look down at that long incision, I can't help wondering what it will be like to watch that big belly shrink. It doesn't seem possible that it will really happen. I've already lost 12 pounds, but because I'm swollen from the surgery, I feel huge. Living in pajama pants, big and loose for comfort, I feel like a slug. I've always been impatient. I want to feel normal again. I want to eat something besides chicken broth and sugar-free Jell-O. I want to get back to work.
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