As I get to the end of week 4, I can look back and be really proud of the progress I've made so far. I got the exciting news on Wednesday that I was able to move from pureed foods to soft foods. I immediately came home and cooked up a big bowl of pasta. I could only have tiny serves at a time but I couldn't have been happier to be eating normal food again.
I've also managed to maintain my weight over the past week or so and have lost about 7kg total since my surgery which isn't so bad over a 4 week period (a little over 10% of my weight which was to be expected). My scars are healing really well and are barely noticeable already.
I've also been doing a little bit more over the past couple of weeks. I went to a friends place for dinner last week, went out for ice cream and went to the movies again. These might sound insignificant to anyone else but for somebody just sitting at home recovering, these are the things I look forward to the most. I get fairly tired after my little adventures but I'm hoping that doing more each week means that I'm slowly getting back to my "normal" self.
I have been really positive about everything to date and don't get me wrong; I'm grateful at the chance I've been given and am very happy within myself in how I've been going. However, I have started to feel a little frustrated at times.
I am someone who would normally exercise regularly and as I'm still healing, there isn't a whole lot I can do at the moment on this front. I went for a walk today and got about 200m down the road and had to come home as it tired me out. I think not being able to exercise isn't helping my sense of going a bit stir crazy. This is helped though by having friends come to visit regularly and getting me out of the house every couple of days.
Last night I had some ice cream at the movies and felt incredibly ill for the entire movie. I probably would've gone home except I wanted to see the movie and didn't feel as though I could drive in the state I was in. I managed to make it to the end of the movie and drive home but still felt really nauseous. I'd experienced what the doctors like to refer to as "dumping syndrome" (nothing to do with me going to the toilet as the name might suggest and my friends like to joke about). Basically I either ate too fast or ate too much and my body couldn't handle it. I was then in pain and felt horribly uncomfortable for an hour or so until feeling nauseous. I do have tablets to help with this and have now learned that I must carry them on me at all times.
The frustrating this with this is knowing when to stop. I have to be really careful with how much I eat and what I eat and it's a learning process to know how my body will react. It's just difficult to have to go through such an ordeal to get to these answers.
Finally, after 3 weeks at home and 4 away from work, I'm starting to get bored with everything that I'm doing. I sound like a child saying this but there are only so many episodes of tv shows to watch and only so long I can read a book before nothing seems appealing anymore and all I want to do is go out and do something. Unluckily for me, I don't have the energy to get out and do much.
On the bright side, I have a lot to look forward to in the next few months and I'm sure that in a months time I'll look back and be happy again with how far I've come. I also have some very exciting plans in the pipelines that I can't wait to share in the near future.