The swelling in my tummy has gone down A LOT in the lastr hree days, this means I no longer feel full on the 1/2c of food I am supposed to be eating every four hours. I WANT MORE!! I want it! I want it! I want it! And I don't want more of the super duper proteined up cauliflower puree I made, no I want a freaking hot dog, or a hamburger or a piece of cake.....or a mother effing cinnabon!!!
Yesterday I was a good friend, I drove two friends of mine to the airport. They were talking about getting something to eat on their layover in Salt Lake. I told them laughingly about how I used to make sure I flew Delta because there is a Cinnabon at the end of the Delta concourse, so no matter how short the time between flights I knew I could run down there and get one. About two hours after dropping them off I get a picture of a HUGE cinnabon and a message saying ' I thought of you when I ate this'. B*tch, what a b*tch. I know she didn't do this to be mean and even a month ago I would have just laughed. But now I dream not only about the doughy, gooey deliciousness of the Cinnabon, I dream about punching her in the face after I eat it.....ok not really.....well I did think about it, but I am not really the violent type.
So my fantasies about Cinnabon on top of my reduced swelling/restriction are making me angry and irritable. I even looked up the calories of a Cinnabon...a mere 880!! ONLY 880!! Considering that is what I take in for an entire day right now, holy cracker jack!
I go see my surgeon again on 05/02, I am hoping with all I have in me that I get a fill. Even two weeks just seems soooooo long.