I’m on a liquid diet indefinitely, and Zofran all week. I’m still having severe stomach cramps and bowel problems. It has been almost a week, and I haven’t been able to progress past clear liquids. I’ve lost six pounds since Saturday. I followed up at the local clinic, and I am to continue the clear fluids until my digestive tract stops trying to purge everything I put in it. Broths, gelatin, Saltines, and electrolyte drinks are all I’m taking in. I am optimistic that I will be able to upgrade to applesauce, pudding, and tomato soup soon. As you can see in the photo, I already had those stocked. The rest of my diet needs are currently arriving or en route from Amazon thanks to some wonderful friends who sent everything I asked for on my recovery wish list (it’s in the sidebar if that matters). I’m so grateful for the help.
This is a terrible way to learn one’s limitations, but I’m learning. This is all happening because I had the audacity to eat three meals in a 25-hour period. How dare I, right? I must accept that I cannot do what normal people do, even if I think I feel up to the challenge. My broken body is not designed to operate by the world’s standards. I’m required to create my own to survive.
I’m glad I didn’t die barfing in my bathroom. I know I could have, in fact, I grew up with someone who died exactly like this. It is a scary thought, and not at all how I intend to exit this world. I’ll keep learning and fighting as best as I can.
