May I never eat toast again! Let me repeat that statement. May I never eat toast again! So here I am 26 days post op and all WAS going exceptionally well. I was happily losing weight, I was comfortably eating my small portions of food and feeling content and then my mum made me toast.
I was around at my mums and dads for dinner this evening. Mum insisted that she make me some toast. She handed the slice of toast over to me and I took one look at it and said “Ma, it aint toasted enough” She laughed and told me that it was fine and that I was being silly. I wasn’t convinced and I told her so. Then I succumbed and I very cautiously took a bite. I chewed and chewed and about 10 minutes later I could feel this piece, I would say the size of a 20c piece, lodge itself in what felt like the centre of my chest wall.
I got up from the table and walked around my parent’s house. I then jumped up and down on the spot for a few minutes praying this piece of toast would move. It wasn’t going anywhere.
I had this stinging sharp pain in my chest and I was in sheer agony. I then decided on a few sips of water, that didn’t do anything in fact it made things worse as I now had this huge piece of toast and water stuck in the middle of chest. Oh man it was so off.
I sat down, I stood up, I did jumping jacks, I then lay flat on the ground and that just made things worse.
I think that by this stage my parents where on code red alert. I reassured them that I was fine and drove home. Sadly nothing had settled down and I was desperate for this bit of toast to simply come out. I was chanting under my breath “productive burp, productive burp, productive burp” I was pleading to burp it up.
I then decided to take a sip of some Coke. Thank god I did. One sip and it was almost like throwing Drano down a blocked up sink. I felt this internal pop and fizz and then this pressure as this lodged piece of toast moved or was forced from my “top tummy” into my “bottom tummy”.
The relief was almost instant. So what did I learn today? Firstly I learnt that if you want toast its best to make it yourself and secondly that toast = death.
For the record, may I never eat toast again.
Reney
2 comments:
Ok, so I know that I sound like a bulemic, but if I find that I get the pain from something not going through the band, I stick my fingers down my throat and make myself PB, cos sometimes it just doesn't happen on its own!
Toast is actually easier to eat than bread, so don't rule it out completely!
LBG xx
P.S I just heard my "top tummy" gurgle... it's so cute! I think it agrees with me... hehehee
I am piss weak, the thought of me putting my fingers down my throat sends a cold sweat all over my body. I just cant do it.
You gotta love the top tummy gurgles and rumbles!!!
Thanks for your comments, I really appreciate them!!
Reney
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