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My thoughts released; a mind set free |
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These pages contain my thoughts, from meandering ideas and persuasions to deep cerebrations and serious mentations. Why, for what purpose? To release my mind and set creativity free. Somewhere inside the constraints of my mind dwells a writer, a poet, an artist who paints with words. In here I release those constraints and set the artist free. Perhaps, lost somewhere in the depths of thought, is a story or a poem, waiting to be written. |
My last entry, "Not Three Days"  , indicated that three days had passed without an entry, so it's only fitting to title this entry, Not Six Days.Almost a week, and still not a lot to blite (blog-write). I'm healing and doing well, but still adjusting to all the changes. I'm doing better with eating, but I'm still limited to about a cup or less of food. I know my capacity will increase somewhat, but I will never be able to eat a regular-sized meal. I was informed I should eat about six times a day. The problem comes from how long it takes for me to pass food out of my stomach. Some soft foods that are liquidy pass quite soon, in an hour or less. But other foods can take two or three hours. This means I'm full and cannot eat until the food has passed. It makes it difficult to eat five or six times a day. I am tracking my calories and nutrition and am doing pretty well considering the small amounts I eat. Since I went into Afib in the hospital after surgery, I was supposed to be monitored after my discharge. But, somewhere, some wires got crossed, and I never even talked to the cardiologist except when I was first put on some nasty kind of medicine. I was subject to at least a dozen unwanted side effects from the medication, and since I had come out of Afib before leaving the hospital, didn't think I needed to be on the medication. Even my surgeon said that the cardiologist would likely take me off the medication and just monitor me for a while, since I had no history of heart problems before the surgery. But, I didn't have a cardiologist, couldn't get any answers, and in my frustration, took myself off the medication while I tried to get set up with a monitor through the VA. Last week (two weeks out of the hospital), I finally got an at-home monitor to see how my ticker's doing that I'll wear till the end of the month. I have not had any indication of Afib since I was in the hospital; my pulse is back down to normal, and my blood pressure is doing great. I resume my chemo on the twenty-ninth and will start immunotherapy at the same time. For now, I'm just enjoying my days knowing that a couple more months of hell will be coming soon. |
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