Sunday, January 6, 2013

Coffee hurts so good

First off, I would like to say that I am 44 years old today. Happy Birthday to Me!

Secondly, I would like to confirm the title that yes, coffee does hurt my gut. I do not know if it is the coffee, the cream, or the combination. But my stomach felt good this morning when I woke up. I have not even finished my first cup and it is hurting in the front and in my back. Gallbladder for one!

  Last night Fred and I went out to celebrate my birthday and our 20th wedding anniversary which is on the 9th.  I decided I wanted to go early to dinner because I did not know how I was going to feel later on. Dinner did hurt me. I did not eat my entire meal but a good portion of it. I had a couple sips of Fred`s cocktail and I did have sour cream on my potato. Steak was probably not the best thing for  me but I only ate half so I did less damage. LOL
    The casino was fun too. We did not win big but we had some fun winning and we walked away with each of us having some fun money for later on. We stopped at the Asian bakery, Fay Da Bakery to pick up some goodies. I wanted to try a pork bun. Fred and I are going to share it at lunch today. Even though our night ended at 830pm (when we got home), We did have a good time. I realized something about this gallbladder business. Doing things like being up and walking around, does effect how you feel in your gut and it wraps around to your back. Last night I was really thirsty, it was warm in the place, and they have Dunkin Donuts in the casino. Fred and I both got a medium iced coffee. It tasted really good. Fred finished his. I barely got to the halfway point on mine. That is not normal for me not to drink it down.
    That right there told me that I have to watch what I eat and drink for the next week or so until I get this straightened out. I have some people tell me that once I have the surgery, I will be able to eat whatever I want. I have a couple others that I think are being a bit more honest with me. They say that losing your gallbladder changes you. You have to watch what you eat in terms off all the stuff that made you sick when your gallbladder was sick. Fats, creams, cheeses, beef, pork, coffee, caffeine, etc. A very good friend had hers out when she was in her 20s. She has to be careful to this day (20 years later) of what she eats. And she told me the first year is the worst because everything runs thru you. And they do not tell you that you can gain weight. Like I need to gain more fucking weight. I think the reason some people gain weight is because before surgery, they were suffering from malabsorption. They were eating whatever and they either lost or didn't gain. After the surgery, they continued but because their shit was fixed, the calories stuck around instead of ending up in the sewer.
 I sit here and eat a handful of grapes and hope they do not hurt me. Fred and I are doing a joint effort today. I am going to cut up two whole chickens (chicken wings are extinct, I tell ya!) and he will bake the pieces in his special rub. I am going to bake a butter pecan cake with chocolate frosting, three layers. And we are going to have a relaxing Sunday. My two darlings are still sleeping. I guess I will not be getting any birthday love or slavery from them today. Hmmm


  1. I'm glad you got to go out and do some celebrating! A casino sounds like fun to me! Take care of yourself and don't punish that gall bladder too much.

  2. I'm glad you got to go out and do some celebrating! A casino sounds like fun to me! Take care of yourself and don't punish that gall bladder too much.

  3. well damn....didn't realize I felt the need to say it twice.

  4. You meant it and it had to be said twice to put your stamp on it! LOL

    Two more days until I go to surgeon. I have many friends helping me out with foods to avoid. The list is lonnnnng.

    And the casino is fun. We go once or twice a year.

  5. I know you'll be glad when it's all over. You sound like a savvy cook, you'll be able to blend spices to make even the blandest food taste good.