My system is sluggish, or so saith the nurses. Because I don’t have a lot of food in my belly, not much is happening.

Yesterday I had two of everything: two Miralax doses, two fennel teas, two Dulcolax (I think?). Still, nothing.

Why am I talking about this again? Because my stomach is all off this morning, doing the funky chicken, and I think the two are related.

Other than my wonky stomach, I don’t feel that bad. I haven’t had to take Tylenol in quite a while for incision pain. The incisions themselves look fine, as incisions go. You wanna see them?

Nah, I was going to, I had a picture and everything, but I deleted it. It’s TMI. You don’t want to see my incision scars, ewww.

I suppose I will need a before pic of myself from now to compare to future me. I don’t have one. I don’t take a lot of pictures of myself anyway, and I don’t take any when I’m feeling unhappy about myself.

Also, I will probably not post any before picture until I’ve made considerable headway beyond it. Yeah, I’m funny that way. Well, “funny” would be one way to describe it.

Anyway, thank God I’m feeling better in general. I talked to a friend last night who had the surgery some time ago, and that was helpful.

For me, it’s never a bad idea to reach out to other people for support. I tend to isolate myself and then I really get in trouble. But I should never do that. At any given time, there are lots of people who care about me.

Like, even though I’m a pronounced introvert, I still do okay forming relationships. It’s maintaining the relationships that’s harder for me, especially after I’ve left somewhere. You would think it would be so easy, now with the magic of social media, to stay in touch. For some reason, I still struggle with it.

Might be worth investigating in therapy.

At least I feel like myself again, after several days of what I can only describe as survival mode.