Hi girls.
I was going to incorporate details of this post later, in the Holby Shitty series, but reading all the posts today I feel as if it should be dealt with separately - and seriously - rather than in one of my rambling stories. I do hope that it will help some of you.
The Dietician came to see me yesterday to talk about the afterlife a.k.a. life after a blockage. Basically she said that it's the end of life as I knew it and for the next few months I'll be eating foods that are alien to me. However, if I'm a good girl and take care of my insides then by Christmas I should be fit enough for a proper meal and even a glass of wine. Detour from the regime at my peril.
I know a lot of you don't get to see a dietician so I am happy to share my regime with anyone who is interested. Of course it is in French at the moment but if you drop me a PM then whilst I am in UK I will translate it all and send you the details. I have had a google and there's so much conflicting information that I put all my trust in the hospital and will follow their advice to the letter. After all, they have just saved my life - well, some of my bowel anyway. Some of the food may be alien to you because they are French staples, but the majority is cross channel food. It makes for interesting reading and gave me quite a shock. However, in no way shape or form do I want a recurrence of the last two weeks so I will stick to it like the proverbial to a blanket as I want my Christmas dinner.
Now I'm on solid food I can feel that the intestines and bowel are sensitive and sore. But, everything is going in and staying in and eventually coming out of the other end the way it should do. The poop inspectors are happy.
Anyways, that's my tuppence worth for this afternoon. I almost managed all four courses of my lunch today but have saved dessert for mid afternoon. My stomach is now the size of a pea - if only I was allowed to eat peas......
Until later then. Big love to everyone xxxxx