Patches doesn’t really care that I ate something that wasn’t in liquid form. She just wants the incisions to heal so she can jump on me again.

Patches doesn’t really care that I ate something that wasn’t in liquid form. She just wants the incisions to heal so she can jump on me again.

One teaspoon of puréed sweet potato. My first attempt at actual food.
I’m fucking terrified.

I’ll let you know how it goes.
Patches finally came for a visit. Not by choice, Jen carried her downstairs, but it’s something.


I have (blurry) proof.
We are up and about today. Nothing on the agenda other than staying hydrated. I’m struggling a little this morning, but I’m slowly but surely getting on top of it.
Protein shakes followed by chicken broth followed by some sugar free Gatorade. That’s been getting me where I need to be so far. May it continue today.
It’s a bit chilly in the cellar today so…

My mind is a-wanderin’ today, and it’s wanderin’ to guitar things. Someday the band is going to play together again. I’m thinking of a new pedal board setup combined with a Vox AC15 amp. I’m watching the YouTube’s looking for tips for AC15 use.
Someday.
We watched her chase a tiny little moth tonight. It was entertaining. I might bust out the catnip tomorrow in thanks.
PatchRabbit has migrated north. Hair loss can be a side effect of gastric bypass. Bunny is just inspecting. Also, how long until the red hair is replaced by the white hair. Hopefully not any time soon.

I’m going to track my post-op weight loss via pictures of PatchRabbit on my shoulder.

Set up that food processor, kids. We are in the puréed stage. Applesauce and baby food for everyone!

I have arrived at puréed food school. Here we go!


Yeah, I’m really grasping at straws for post topics today. Sorry, folks.