I guess it was bound to happen– according to all I’ve read and seen on the web, at least.
Last night, about an hour after eating dinner, I puked.
I knew I overdid it with dinner but I just didn’t think that “one last bite” would wreak so much havoc on me.
I couldn’t seem to get out of the restaurant fast enough. And the drive home was just as long. Barely in the door, I told my daughter I needed a few minutes and voila the vomit came a minute after entering the bathroom.
I don’t recall the last time I puked. Even when I was horribly nauseated for two days following the surgery, I still never actually vomited.
As I approach three months out from surgery, I’m still learning. Every day I learn. That’s life, right?
TAKE SMALL BITES
STOP WHEN FULL NO MATTER WHAT