I apologize for my absence yesterday, as my fever began to climb, and I became increasingly weak by the hour. Yesterday, was, in a word - rough. I woke up feeling pretty good. I found it easier to get up and down from sitting and lying down. I was able to get more fluid in my pouch, my fever was down a few points, and I slept better than I did the night before. I was even able to get up and walk to the end of my in-law's driveway. I began declining towards 4:00 on. I was growing increasingly weak and feverish. My old stomach was still catching up to my new pouch in the hunger department. I was pretty miserable. I also felt very dehydrated. I wasn't able to get in my 64oz. of fluids yesterday, and I certainly felt it. However, I was able to shower yesterday, and DH dressed my incisions (which I'll post pictures of later). They're painful, but healing. Incredibly itchy. And while we're on the topic of DH, he was able to visit an after-hours clinic for his sore throat. He tested positive for Strep. So there's two of us in the house feeling pretty under the weather.
But today, once again is a different story. I woke up feeling great. I was able to walk out of my driveway, all the way to my in-law's house. I sat on their front porch and chatted with my MIL while watching spring happen all around us. It is absolutely beautiful where I live. Daffodils, hyacinths, Magic Lillies. It's just magnificent, even looking out my front door is like a breath of fresh air. Winter has been so dull and dead that when we pulled up into the drive way the day after I left the hospital, I was shocked at how much color we have here in our little place in the mountains. Even with all the turmoil going on in the world - the riots, the new war in Libya, the gas prices, it all seems so far away from my mind right now. I feel totally at peace and calm.
On another note, today is the first day I begin my full liquids. For the past 5 days, I have been drinking only clear liquids, but today I've been able to partake of my protein supplements, and am able to tolerate them. Another milestone is done. Speaking of milestones, today I shocked myself. On my walk with DH, I was able to head down the stairs normally, instead of having to step down each step with one foot, and then another. It doesn't seem like much, but the pressure of the gas in my abdomen made stair climbing very difficult. When you undergo weight loss surgery, you find that little things become big milestones. Descending stairs was a big deal, so was walking the length of my in-law's 60 ft. driveway. It felt marvelous. I'm three days post-op and am already seeing weight loss. I feel like I'm on top of world. I'm learning it's a great thing to be on the losers bench.
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