Well, that is easily answered: because I am still sick.
1. I had my “operation” over two weeks ago and I am still in pain. I went for my post-op follow up appointment and guess what, there is a reason I am still in pain. To cure this pain I was given a prescription medication that is solely reserved for elderly men who have trouble in a “certain” area, and I think somewhere on the warning label there is something about women not even being permitted to handle these pills. But there was my doctor, slapping them in my hand and hurrying off without a backwards glance, instructions, or assurance. I really dislike him (the specialist, not my family doctor, who is fabulous!)
2. On top of all that, food still revolts. I have to REALLY look at the food and think about the food before I put it in my mouth. Everything tastes disgusting. And the smell of food… back in the day (waaayyy back in the day, when I was first pregnant I never got morning sickness, but I got evening sickness… right around dinner time… when people started to cook meat… and onions… and you could smell it everywhere in the neighborhood. It took me something like five years to eat onions again after that. And that’s how “this” feels, like morning sickness. The only thing I don’t seem to have trouple with is potato chips. Water. also, is a struggle. Iced tea has become a lifeline… and only if it is virtually unsweetened. I bought a bottle of Peak sweetened iced tea today at lunch and I couldn’t even finish half of it. So yes, potato chips and Iced tea. I’m eating like a picky four year old.
3 An on top of all that, if you can believe it, I am dangerously (as both the surgeon and the anesthesiologist told me) anemic. Imagine my day trying to swallow 3 iron pills… with water… that revolts.
4. And on top of all that, as if it can get any worse, everything has a smell. It’s like my sense of smell has become super-heightened. Everyday smells in the office and at home (like 409 or Windex or anything sweet smelling) makes me want to hurl. I was walking through the grocery store this evening and I became so nauseous in the candle aisle that I thought I was going to faint. The only smell that doesn’t set me off is the smell is of a match that has just been blown out. So yes, I am lighting matches all the time.
So, sorry for the whiny post, but that’s what’s going on. You may now resume your normal lives. Think of me while you get to have something super-delicious tonight for dinner while I dig into my gigantic bag of Munchos. (which by rights, cannot even be classified technically as “chips”.