Just brought the Kia to a shop to get an inspection sticker. I got here 20 minutes after they opened and I’m forth in line.

Guess how many people (besides me) are wearing masks. Go on, guess…

Zero. Wonderful.

Three More Days

Obi-Wan Kenobi comes to Disney+ in three days. To prepare, we watched Episode III and the companion piece that is the last four episodes of The Clone Wars series.

This afternoon I decided to continue the prep by binging the holy hell out of Rebels. I won’t even come remotely close to finishing. Hell, I might not even get as far as season 2. It’s the thought that counts. If I’m here in convalescent mode then I might as well dig in, right?

Star Wars, babie. Gimme them Star Wars.

Stage III

I am officially on the Stage III Diet. What does that mean?

To start with, things aren’t that much different. Now instead of x ounces of puréed food we can start having x+y ounces of soft foods. Think seriously boiled veggies or meatballs or canned chicken or tuna without the extra step in the blender. The values of x and y are dependent on the patient. For me, x was about two ounces. Y will eventually be about a cup.

For my first meal I stayed purée but I increased the amount. I scrambled two eggs. That came out to about four ounces or half a cup. It was by far the biggest meal I’ve had since two days before the surgery.

Going forward I will have to take very small bites, about the size of a pencil eraser, and chew each bite at least 25 times. I will also need to take short breaks between bites. A one cup sized meal needs to take about 40 minutes. Yikes.

I’m also back to the 60 minutes between eating and having a drink. That is going to suck for me getting my fluids in, but they did up the hourly fluid goal by two ounces. That should help.

Okay, my 60 minute post-scrambled eggs timer just went off. I need to go get myself a protein shake. Talk to you later.