Last night was Family Night. Our first night since all this started that we were all in the same place at the same time, same room even! We ate dinner together and then took a roll of pre-made gingerbread dough from the fridge, divided it six ways and gave everyone freedom to create. I made: me! That girls got heart, meaning love to give. It was actually quite fun, no mess and just one cookie for each person which is the perfect treat. Also, with the blessing of dinner being brought for us, we didn't have to clean the kitchen up for that either so straight to congregating on the couches we went. Lovely.
Today, Saturday, has been weird. I've had a lot of queasy and icky the last two days now. It sort of crept up on me and I'm not sure if it's from weaning off the narcotics (so glad to be past those!), or maybe because my epidural is finally wearing down (my tummy still feels like it's rubber and not quite there...weird) or just plain tired and post-op...or maybe the radiation?! Who knows. Whatever, today I spent much of the day in my cozy bed, trying to get my right bicep to comfort, revelling in the movement of my right shoulder, feeling like I should eat something but nothing appealed. Weird day.
What I ate today:
- 4 saltine crackers
- 1 huge (venti) water and another 1/2 venti water
- 1 venti gingerale
- 3 pieces of a small BP Royal pizza (no ham, double pepperoni)
- almost the entire starter Mediterranean salad (minus the onion, thank you)
- 1 cough candy (tickle in my throat... please, Lord, no coughs and colds!!!!)
- 2 pieces of raisin bread (almost the whole thing)
- 1/2 orange, small handful of blueberries tossed in Greek Yogurt
- probably an apple yet and some carrot sticks (I crave, crave, crave carrot sticks, weird!)
Feels like I put the bulk of my energy to eating so I wanted to list my meals. Plus, this blog is my record of the journey and food is always interesting to note. I miss the joy of sitting down to eat, of smelling the yummy food smells and tasting the yummy tastes. I know it will come back, right now, I'm adjusting to missing it.
My prayer requests right now:
Please pray away the queasy. I hate being queasy. Please also pray for my incisions and ...guts?! Whatever it is that feels like I'm going to crumple up into a ball and not make it another step. Please pray for energy and stamina. Pray for joy. Please, please pray for joy for me and for my family. I choose joy and some moments we need the reinforcements of your extra prayings! I find weepiness creeping up on me, totally naturally, totally understandable, totally fine... just want to keep an eye on that. [smile]
Thank you for your continued love and support. Is your Christmas tree up? Is it even Christmas in whichever country you are reading this blog from? Maybe not? What season is it?! What something special your family does if you do celebrate Christmas? Let me know... I feel like I'm just always hogging the microphone over here!