What a difference a week or so makes

I have learned an extremely valuable lesson this week. If you think you drank enough water, drink more. Sunday night I became very very sick and was almost hospitalized due to dehydration. I thought I was drinking and eating enough but obviously I wasn't. I don't even remember what happened that night. Thankfully my mom was here to help out. The last few days and nights have been much better so thank God for that.

keeps getting better

I can't believe it's been 13 days since surgery. I'm still so sore and tired but everyday gets better and better, so glad for that. I don't feel so bad most of the time but the exhaustion goes on and on. I am going to attempt to do 5 minutes on the treadmill, wish me luck.

Home sweet home

I had my surgery on Thursday and came home sometime Saturday. It is all such a major blur. I have been in such pain. I can't get in and out of bed without assistance. I am so blessed to have a happy, healthy strong father who can help me out. I am also so thankful for a mother who is so willing to help out and my daughter who has been at my beck and call. Whoever says this is a quick fix is out of their mind. I have a drain tube still, bloating and tired times. Sitting at this computer is so very uncomfortable. I am ready to go to sleep and I am heading off to bed.

This totally sucks!!!!

What a terribly long day today was. I woke up at 6 a.m. because I had to be in Cleveland for my pretesting at 9 a.m. Why so early? Because today Mother Nature decided to be pissed off at all of us and make driving a normally 1-hour route and making it 3 hours plus. Then I proceeded to be poked, prodded and questioned for the next 6 hours. On top of it I have to begin bowel cleansing. When the nurse starts her questioning with "have you ever had a colonoscopy?" and ends with "whatever side effects you have from this is alright" you know you are in trouble. Yep, I am digesting that gosh-aweful liquid and will be spending the majority of the night greeting the porcelain god. I keep chanting about the greater good but right now I want punch a wall or yell at someone. I feel miserable. My stomach is already cramping and I have one more dose to take. I may not make it. As I am typing this I see I have four minutes before this part of my life is over. Maybe they are testing my resolve. First they starve you to death on that protein shake only diet for two weeks and then make your bowels empty. This is for the greater good huh? I really would like a Wendy's fish sandwich. Well, the timer's going off, bottom's up for me. God help me.