Sweet Relief

The surgeon took out 1 cc this afternoon. I can drink now.

I think they thought I was overreacting right up till I stepped on their scale. I've lost nine pounds since my fill last Thursday. I'm sure seven of those pounds are the result of dehydration after a day and a half of throwing up so I'll probably show a gain for the next couple of weeks. I don't care, though.

I've had most of a smoothie from Starbucks, and a few sips of strained chicken noodle soup. So far, so good.

I didn't say much to my surgeon about his staff or the trouble I had getting in touch. I'll tell him when I go back to have some fill put in after the swelling goes down. I was exhausted and dehydrated and in no mood to have a conversation.

I'm amazed how obsessed I got with eating when I couldn't eat a thing. Part of the problem was just before my surgeon appointment I was shopping at Costco for the party, so everything looked really good and everyone was walking around eating the yummy samples while I listlessly pushed my cart.

I did score a cute anorak thingy. Size L! It's not loose by any means, but I think it'll work well as the weather gets cooler and wetter.

Thanks to all of you for your concern. It was comforting, and I know you understand more than anyone else.

Now I need to get everything ready for tomorrow's party. The good news: The weather looks gorgeous!