I'm being forced to eat foods I never normally ate before my surgery. Yogurt, pudding, cottage cheese, and I'm supposed to be glad and happy and all smiles about this but I'M NOT. I was not a bad eater before, I love salads with meat, I love fruit, I love food in general NOT TWINKIES and ICECREAM and all other manners of fat girl-isms. I have been having the worst mood swings today because I am not happy about eating this shit. I hate it. Putting the word "Puree" in front of anything makes my stomach roll and the only things I've had so far that were ... made me almost vomit.
So yes I'm not happy, I'm not gleeful, I'm moody, and I'm angry, and I'm upset. I'm stuck here for two weeks, because I can't drive, I can't go anywhere I can't do anything BY MYSELF except walk. I think about food and I want to punch someone in their fucking face because I think to myself, "I never ate this way before I had this fucking surgery, so why am I eating this crap now???" I'm ranting, I'm raving, I'm pointing fingers, I'm anxious and not pleasant to be around.
Feel for my husband.
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