Thursday, October 25, 2012
Grieving The Loss of Food
Not eating real food is depressing. My family is eating and I sit here with my stupid broth. Again. I just want one bite of the hamburgers they’re having tonight. One bite of the egg sandwich they had this morning.
I know I’ll be able to in a while. But knowing that doesn’t really help me right now. I find myself on the verge of tears sometimes. I’m grieving the loss of food. At times it makes me want to find a time machine and turn back time and not have the surgery. If I was actually faced with that choices, chances are I wouldn’t take it. But right NOW I might.
I knew the journey would have it’s up hills and down hills. I just had no idea how they would affect me.
I look back on my last post about being in pain. I’m not anymore. I still get weird twinges when I eat and drink, but nothing like before. So, of course, I’ll someday look back on this post and realize I was soon able to eat real food again. It’s just hard to get out of the here and now.