I woke up sick this morning. Major stomach pain, gas, and nausea. I feel really bad. I called in sick to work. I have a couple of meetings I still want to sit in on, but outside of that I’m sitting on the couch feeling gross.
I’ve only managed eight ounces of liquid so far today (it’s 12:40pm) but it hasn’t helped settle my stomach. I haven’t managed any food yet but I’m going to try a tiny little protein bar and see what happens.
Wish me luck.
This week… I just can’t win. What the hell?
TMI is on it’s way. You’ve been warned.
I mentioned earlier that I woke up with a stomach ache today and didn’t really know the cause. By the time the clock was approaching noon that issue was more or less resolved. I wasn’t 100%, but I was okay.
At 12:02 I started the process of taking my afternoon Calcium Citrate dose. Two pills. I had eight ounces of grape flavored water in my water bottle. The plan was to take the two pills but spread it out over 20-30 minutes or so and to drink that whole eight ounces. I had the last sip of water at 12:38 and all was well.
Or so I thought.
A couple of minutes later the foamies started. I was spitting up left and right. I feel so sorry for the little trash barrel next to my desk. There were bigger nightmares to come though.
The spitting up kept getting worse but it was topped by the gagging. Really. Gagging. I started yacking up grape juice. Not a lot, just a bit here and there, but it was awful and it was gross. The longer it went on though, the more grape juice was coming up. Make it stop, please! I don’t know how much came back up, and I’m sure it wasn’t the whole eight ounces, but what the hell, digestive system? It was water. Water!
It stopped around 1:10 or so. It lasted about half an hour. It’s not the first time something I ate came back up after a little while, but it was very much the worst experience yet. I know this post is living in TMI land, but I just had to vent. I was well enough to start lunch at around 1:45. I had another short foamies episode an hour later, but it cleared quickly. Maybe my rebuilt stomach just had mercy on me.
What a day.
What a week.
I need a vacation.
In the last post I mentioned that my stomach has been acting like a dick since dinner. After 90 minutes without eating I thought I was through it and tried to have a little cup of pudding. One bite clued me into the fact that whatever was going wrong hadn’t even remotely passed. That was an hour ago and it still hasn’t cleared.
So we are at 2.5 hours or so now with just the smallest bit of sugar free pudding taken in and still my stomach is acting like an asshole.
What the hell, stomach? Why you gotta be such a dick?
I tried to eat some lunch at 2:00pm today. I got maybe halfway through when my stomach got mad and made me stop.
I tried to have a protein bar to make up for it at about 4:00pm. One bite and my stomach got mad.
It was bound to happen eventually, but for the first time while in the office I had a bad reaction to food.
Crud.
Harry is home and it’s glorious!
Not sure what we have on the agenda today. Jen and Harry are going to go shopping for desserts for tomorrow’s mini-thanksgiving. I am going to make short visits to both parents. Also, in film camera news, there are train tracks running behind the rehab facility that Dad is currently visiting and I have black and white film in the camera… cliche, anyone?
I did 30 minutes of faux running today already. My sort of plan these days is 45 minutes on weekdays and 30 on weekends to give my feet a little bit of a break. I haven’t closed my calorie/move ring, but it’s 2/3 closed. I’ll close it today, no sweat.
What else? I want to play some guitar today, but I want to hang around doin’ nuttin’ with Harry and Jen more so… National Solo Album Month may be dying on the vine this year. I might try to get up stupidly early this week and spend an hour or so recording using DI and amp sims rather than my Deluxe Reverb. That feels like cheating after all these years of only using a real amp, but what can you do.
I mentioned yesterday that I had a really bad time with lunch. The same thing happened with dinner. I dished out a little less than four ounces of food, took 2-3 bites, and hit the pain/nausea failure point. I ended up pausing dinner for an hour or so and then I was okay. I was nervous about breakfast today after two bad experiences in a row, but I am almost finished an I feel okay. Here’s hoping lunch and dinner go okay too.
All right, kids. Time to go get my shit together and go visit a couple of parents. We’ll talk later, m’kay? M’kay.
I overslept a bit and threw off my schedule for my day off today. Then, as I was trying to get back on track, my scrambled eggs breakfast disagreed with my stomach and threw me off more.
I am punting on the haircut, and probably the guitar playing too. Early voting, grocery shopping, and pumpkin carving are still on the table. Some Bond movie silliness too. I don’t know if Moonraker is the worst Bond movie, but it’s sure the dumbest so far.
Okay, time to see if I can get through those scrambled eggs in one piece. Wish me and my rebuilt digestive system luck.
I got about a third of the way through my tiny main course tonight and my stomach started feeling like some bad times were coming. I stopped eating in the hopes that I could avoid it. After about 30 minutes I tried another bite and it was the same. Okay, dinner is over.
I am drastically under both my protein and liquid goals. I was thinking I would have a protein shake to help catch up on both fronts so I waited an hour after my last bite. Unfortunately my blender was in the dishwasher, dirty. I could mix the shake another way, but it’s just not that good unless I blend the holy hell our of it. Now I am having a protein bar that I haven’t tried before. Experimenting, you know? Does it taste good? Nope.
Just winning left and right tonight, aren’t I. Ugh.
On the upside, the Bruins won, the Riverhawks won, the Yankees lost, and the Padres are winning. Good night for sports around here.
How about windows? Not the computer kind, but the kind you look through. We’re getting a bunch of new ones. We have a few windows in the house that open via cranks and they are all falling apart. The cranks, not the windows themselves. Jen made an appointment with the folks at Anderson and their rep came today and inspected our situation and ended up selling us a bunch of new windows, including a replacement for our big bay window in the living room. It’s going to be six months or so before they come and install everything, but i can’t wait to see the results.
The Bond rewatch continues. I’m halfway through Goldfinger. I know the last time I said From Russia with Love was my favorite, and I stand by that statement, but you can’t deny that Goldfinger is the best. It’s just the perfect Bond movie. I desperately want that Aston Martin DB5. Best car ever.
Okay, I finished the protein bar. In 30 minutes or so I will have a high protein snack, and that should take care of the 80 gram goal. Then I will have to drink as much water as I can handle before bed. I think it’s going to be a tough night.
Tomorrow I try to replace the dryer’s exhaust vent. Wish me luck.
When it comes to food and eating food, the last 24 hours have been seriously shitty.
Dinner last night made me sick. Breakfast today was okay but both lunch and dinner made me sick. I’m thinking of going full liquid diet tomorrow just to give myself a break. I need to go grocery shopping tonight but I’m really nauseous right now. It will pass, it always does, but what the hell, bro?
I made some mistakes with my lunch today. I took a little chicken and a few grapes. Probably a little too much of each. Then when I was getting near the end of the chicken I guess I was biting off too much and along came the stomach discomfort. I don’t really think I was nauseous, maybe a bit, but not really. No, it was mostly just discomfort. It didn’t feel good. I got up and walked around and ended up in the backyard where I saw this:
I didn’t finish the last 0.2 oz of the chicken, and I haven’t touched the grapes. I might, but probably not for another half hour or so. I need to make sure I recover before I try to eat anything else.
I need to be smarter about stuff like this. If I had been in the office… that would be tough to deal with.
Well, that just sucked.
I don’t know what happened exactly, but I must have been a little too cocky with my dinner tonight and I got bitch slapped with the worst case of post-gastric-bypass nausea yet. It hit me almost two hours ago and I am still not feeling 100% again. I didn’t throw up, but I was close. It was a pretty awful experience all around.
I only ate a small amount of dinner, but I am done for the night. I will have some protein shake to top myself off once things have finished settling down, but consider me on a liquid diet again for the next 12 hours or so.
The worst part about tonight’s ordeal? I am actually feeling hungry right now. Nope, no way. Time to play it super safe until all is well again.
Yikes!
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