Alive and Sitting Up

Not quite kicking yet. But it's noon, and I've kept down 16 oz of fluids that contained 200 calories-that's more than I've kept down for the sum of the past few days.....victory!

Yes, I've been really really utterly and completely sick. First a nasty flu, then complications from the flu. My lap band swelled shut from the violent stomach activity. Now I have a local band doctor and I can pop in for the unfill that I should have gotten a week ago.

The weekend was particulary nasty-even a medicine cup of water would not go down into my stomach-so for 48 hours I was really thirsty. Really. But my stomach, thinking it was hungry, would fill with bile and when the pressure built up, well, explosion. So for awhile my output was greater than my intake. I imagined it was like those people in that awful movie about the couple floating at sea till the sharks ate them must have felt. Not the shark part, the thirst. Frankly, if I was floating around, I would have been looking for a shark to end my misery.

For some reason, people with lap bands hang on that fluid for dear life-which is silly. It can be replaced. Hello. Adjustable gastric band. But in our minds, we want to add fluid, not lose fluid. Which is not to say that I wasn't being a complete dumbass, but it's a common mistake. So, I was a completely common dumbass.

I am being a little bit more savvy about refeeding/rehydrating, to the point of being conservative. I just don't want to puke EVER AGAIN.

The sky is falling----or the roof

Enroute to Dallas yesterday I came down with the flu, making the return trip longer and more painful than it needed to be. This is a nasty bug, involves puking and running noses at the same time. I made the round trip and fell into bed.

The roofers showed up at around 8:30. I still have the flu, making the roofing expereince a lot longer and more painful than it needs to be. It's now 12:10 and I'm losing my delight at the percussive noise-like drums on my rooftop.

Mom went to have lunch with Uncle John and take him the Valentine cookies. I do feel guilty for not going, but bringing in a bug to an institution full of residents is probably bad form.

I don't have any gatorade and I don't feel like leaving the house, and I certainly don't feel like asking for help. SO-I combined honey (sugar) and vanilla soy milk (some protein) and I'll be darned if it didn't settle my stomach and make me feel a little better. Now, I'm not claiming this is a miracle cure, anything on a completely empty stomach would probably make you feel a little better, but it did work by staying down and and by supplying energy.

Yikes, the roofers have taken a lunch break-time for a power nap!!!