A year ago today I was in a hospital bed, very drowsy, and wanting something to drink. I couldn’t have anything to drink, though, because I hadn’t had my pouch checked to see if it leaked. It’s weird, the closer it has gotten to my 1 year anniversary of the surgery, the more I seem to remember about it. It’s like I had forgotten some of the little things from that day, but now I remember them like it was yesterday.
So, a year has passed and I have lost around 100 pounds. That’s a lot of weight. I still need to lose 100 more, but losing this next 100 seems to be happening a lot slower than the first 100. Of course, that’s to be expected since I can actually eat meals now, whereas for 2 months last year I couldn’t eat at all…and then when I could eat, I was having so much trouble keeping things down that I threw up once a day for several weeks, then a few times a week, then once a week. Now, its down to a couple of times a month. I’d mention how much I miss it (because I just spent a lot of time doing it), but people would probably start to call me a bulimic…which I’m not.
Mom and I had to take Molly to the vet today. She’s having tummy troubles, and my mom was worried that she might have swallowed some glass last night. (Molly pulled a glass bowl off the stove and it broke.) We’re having to keep an eye on her. I hope she didn’t swallow any glass and that her tummy problems pass.