My favorite parking spot was blocked off. Bad omen? (No)

My first stage III meal! (Which was really just a bigger stage II meal)

My favorite parking spot was blocked off. Bad omen? (No)

My first stage III meal! (Which was really just a bigger stage II meal)

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.
Miss Patches is standing guard to protect me from migraine headaches.
What a good kitty.


First time, post surgery.
Nice.
Patches finally joined us in the cellar for long enough to both get a picture and to haul out the catnip.
She didn’t stay long, but it was worth it.


PatchRabbit is a Covid safe bunny.

Fear the Walking Dead. Halfway through last night’s episode.
It’s the worst episode yet. I still have 20 minutes to go and it’s the worst episode yet.
Just… wow… I mean… wow.
Just prepping for the Obi-wan series. The first two episodes come out Friday.


We may have a small piece of good news on the mom front. Send those happy thoughts her way, if you’re so inclined.
Fingers crossed.
Hell, I’m even going to post a freakin’ emoji like some Jr High school kid:
🤞