Digestive Revolt Follow Up

Whatever was going on in my new stomach has passed. Boy was that not fun. It could have been a lot worse, but I’m okay now.

I think I’m going to pass on eating cod for a while. Two of my three worst food experiences have involved cod. I don’t think the food was the issue, I think it was the size of each bite and the speed at which I ate it. Still… let’s take a break.

I had a couple of popsicles after things calmed down. There were no issues. I think I’m safe to watch yesterdays episode of Ms Marvel and turn in for the night.

Digestive Revolt

I tried to eat dinner without my stop watch tonight and my surgically modified stomach kicked me in the fucking balls for it (figuratively). Hard. Really hard.

I have had two stomach revolts in the six previous weeks. One was due to gas and the other was nausea that cleared itself up after a few minutes. No vomit.

Tonight was worse than those two combined. Gas and nausea. Lots of nausea. There was a very small amount of vomit, but mostly just a ton of saliva. The nausea though. Damn. It’s been about 45 minutes and I’m just starting to calm down. Yikes!

I’m positive it was due to eating too fast. I was trying to see how I’d do without using a stop watch to make sure I wait at least 30 seconds after swallowing a bite before taking another. Clearly my internal clock was cutting corners and this is the result.

I don’t think this was dumping syndrome. It may have been what the folks on the Facebook groups call The Foamies, which is your body trying to help get food into your stomach by ramping up saliva production.

Okay. It’s been 50 minutes. I still don’t feel good but I don’t feel nauseous any more. I think it’s safe to leave the bathroom again.

Wish me luck.

Plant Fun

Every time I turn around, Bertha has a new branch.

Now today I noticed that the big, giant ficus (sp?) tree in the dining room (which had a leaf fall off yesterday, #sadface) seems to have a new leaf sprouting too! Excellent!

Mom’s Request

My mother asked my sister for a picture of the five of us. I added it to her digital picture frame after first adding it to my mother in law’s digital picture frame.

Whoops! I fixed it.

Desk Swag

I finally went through the stuff I took home from my work desk in Waltham over a year ago. I want my desk swag back.

The kid pictures are the best.

Stanley Cup Finals – Game One

I found out today that ESPN hired former Red Sox announcer Sean McDonough to call the Stanley Cup finals. He is the single worst play by play announcer in the industry and I hate him more than all other announcers that I hate combined. It sucked most of my interest out of the series.

I also didn’t know who to root for. I once considered myself an Avalanche fan, but that was just because Ray Bourque ended his career there. I do not like the Lightning because my Bruins have faced them so often in the post season. Also, they are from Florida. I mean… hockey in Florida, right?

You would think that would make me an Avs fan for this series, but there’s also the possibility of an honest to goodness dynasty. Tampa Bay has a shot at winning the cup for the third year in a row. We haven’t seen a threepeat since the Islanders in the early 80’s.

So do I root for the Avs or the threepeat? I couldn’t decide.

Until…

I checked the score a few times tonight. The first time it was Avs in the lead 2-1. Later it was Avs up 3-1. Then about 10 minutes ago I checked and it was tied at three in the third. I immediately put the Lightning radio broadcast up on the NHL app on my iPad.

I guess I’m rooting for a new dynasty then. As soon as Tampa woke up I was invested in the game.

Hello There Part Two

Looking Toward Tomorrow

Tomorrow is Wednesday. I was thinking of doing some car music but there are too many things to do.

Like what, you ask?

Wednesday is weigh in day. I’ve been a good boy and managed to stick to my only-weigh-yourself-once-a-week rule. Tomorrow morning I’ll check to see if the alarming rate of weight loss is continuing, or if things are leveling off.

What else is there? Why is tomorrow such a big deal?

Well one of the post-surgical restrictions I came home from the hospital with was to not lift anything more than 25 pounds for six weeks. Tomorrow is the six week mark. I can officially lift stuff again!

I’m going to swap out the amplifier in my basement music nook. I am going to bring the heavyish box that has been sitting at the end of our driveway inside. Most importantly, I am going to change the litter in Patches’ litter box. Oh glorious glory!