Sunday, November 8, 2020

placebo weight loss surgery

 



day 1 after surgery

jim made me oatmeal with honey and homemade honey butter for breakfast

bleu cheese and tomato wedge of lettuce for lunch 

and this lobster and veggie mix plate for dinner

almonds and cookie crisp cereal in between meals

oh and a midnight snack of a boiled egg

i didn't walk or move at all, i was wheeled to the bathroom a few times but used very little energy to move my body the little bit that i did move it. 

day 2 after surgery
jim made me a blue cheese, turkey, tomato omelet for breakfast 

he gave me another baggie of almonds around lunch time i think he forgot that i was suppose to have lunch 


by 3pm, i was texting my mom and asking her to bring me an apple pecan salad from Wendy's

i gobbled that down 

for dinner - jim made me coconut shrimp in the air fryer with homemade pineapple dipping sauce

by 11pm, i was snacking again on carrots, broccoli, and celery with ranch dressing and a can of diet dr pepper


my activity level was better than yesterday

i attempted the crutches a few times and even managed to hobble and drag my leg down the hallway from my room to jim's room - jim said he was proud of me. 


i don't know why i am writing about all of this - but i figured it would be important one day to look back perhaps... this is just where i'm at on the journey. 


extremely groggy and out of it with a constant regime of heavy-duty narcotics... it sure helps to keep me unemotional because trust me, i have plenty to be emotional about. 

i haven't stopped editing - my addiction to this is worse than i thought, and i am constantly triggered by own TRUE feelings when i rewatch these video journals to myself. It's both healing and upsetting at the same time. 

ok. closing this up and headed back to my video editing. good night. 

 


Sunday, June 14, 2020

Doing my Best...



I am doing my best. Amongst the big mess. I do what I can. He's still a good man. We try then we don't. We'll do well or we won't. Thoughts run thru my mind. Almost all of the time. The pain is unreal. I continue to feel. Asleep for too long. Knowing something was wrong. Now awake as I share. Thank you for being there. Behind doors, I will cry. I'm not ready to die. I'm still finding my voice. I now know I have choice. Another week or a year. This boat I will soon steer.


Wednesday, January 31, 2018

- -Less is More++





Less crying 
More laughing

Less steps around each eggshell

Less yelling
More hugging

Less episodes in your hell

Less jealous 
More trust

Less slamming the bedroom door

Less hate needs
More love please

Life dreamt where less is more

#fms_lessismore



Tuesday, January 30, 2018

"Secret"


It's no secret that I'm heavy
I find comfort eating food


It's no secret that I struggle 
With depression and my mood

It's no secret that I'm lazy 
My house is a big mess

It's no secret that I'm failing 
I'm spending more not less

It's no secret I'm a Morman
Never smoked and rarely drink

It's no secret I'm addicted 
To Facebook and what you think

It's no secret I see problems
And seek solutions all day long

It's no secret that I sing well
And know the lyrics to every song

It's no secret I've wished for death 
To put an end to all my pain

It's no secret I'm in therapy 
And no, I'm not insane

It's no secret that I'm trying 
I do my best each day

It's no secret that I'm real weird 
I was born to be this way

It's no secret that we have holes
In our door and in our wall

And if you ask me, I will tell you 
But prepared, I just might ball

It's no secret that I'm terrible 
Being mom, housewife and sis

It's no secret that I long for 
A better life than this

I may be an open book
But I will not make a peep

When it comes to your own secret
Your secret ... I will keep

#fms_secret

Monday, January 29, 2018

"Magic"


This magic wand was my Dad's wand
He had a dozen or so

I took it for my memory shelf
Where all my "Dad things" go

Each item keeps a memory
Each one holds a magic touch

I've boxed them all up for now
'Cause I miss him oh so much

He owned a real cool magic store
All day long, magic he would do

He taught me a little magic
Yes I know a trick or two!

This wand has begun to yellow
It's magic fades more every year

and I know they say that "Time Heals"
But I still shed a tear

I cry for my Dad's children
We still need him to this day

He'd give advice, kick our butts, 
or make tears melt away

But maybe he's practicing magic
from a place that we can't see

Performing miracles daily
That's the magic of our DadDee

#fms_magic

Sunday, January 28, 2018

TEXT


Can't answer your quick call
while I'm here at work
Please just send me a text

If you're running really late
don't be a big fat jerk 
Please just send me a text 

If it's not been very long
since we've last had a chat 
Please just send me a text

If you've ran out of gas 
Or your tire just went flat
Please just send me a text

Wanna say something to me
That you can't say on the line
Please just send me a text

I respect your time, I do
And I know you respect mine
Please just send me a text

Wanna crack a joke
About my lack of height
Please just send me a text

If Google doesn't know 
But Crystal Jeanious might
Please just send me a text

Should we plan a playdate soon
For the kids and where to go 
Please just send me a text

Don't group text me a bunch
if they obviously don't know 
Please just send *me* a text

Instead of a long voicemail
I never will listen to
Please just send me a text

Need to give an address
Of how to get to you?
Please just send me a text

Did you need something else
While I'm out getting our food 
Please just send me a text

Did you wake up before me
There's no need to be rude
Please just send me a text

Step mom, sis or friend. 
I'm not asking for a lot
Please just send me a text 

It's the courteous thing to do
To say you'll be there or not 
Please just send me a text 

It's probably dinner time 
Or I'm busy like most nights
Please just send me a text

Or I might be in the middle
Of one of our epic fights
Please just send me a text

Don't yell at me again
Not sure how much I can take 
Please just send me a text

I don't feel like being honest 
And don't want to give you fake
Please just send me a text 

Checking in because you care
But not sure what to say?
Please just send me a text

If you'd rather call
Don't let *me* stand in your way
Please call instead of text