Tuesday. Awoke early, listened to the radio in bed, in the dark, thought of upping the energy a notch: got dressed, got in the car and drove to the usual place for breakfast, the seventy-five foot walk from the car to my usual table quite tiring. Still, orange juice, scrambled eggs and the papers. Should I have been driving? Probably not, although is was a short drive with little traffic and plenty of parking, at no time feeling there was a chance I might do something stupid. I've done worse things in my life on alcohol. Try leaving a party behind the Fillmore West at three in the morning on a motorcycle with your head full of acid and enough beer in your system to achieve sainthood. Still, being older, more mature.... Skip it.
Later. Two naps of an hour or so later. Racking up rack time, the stomach still somewhat sore, but more than bearable (seven individual bandage covered points of entry). Head fuzzy and easily tired is the issue. Which is nice. No ambition to walk down the hall and ride the elevator to the lobby to look for the mail. Still, all of it gives me confidence this thing is packing it in and heading out, leaving me here in the apartment with a camera. And the energy to do something with it.
Let's see: It's been almost of week now of eating nothing (and lying in bed) so it's helping with the weight, right? I have been watching things over this last year with some success? Not that I can see on the bathroom scale. The stomach is somewhat distended (I think, hard to tell) as it still evidently has much to resettle in its new state. At least they said that. Water retention? How long does that go on? Let's see, a small orange juice and two scrambled eggs this morning. Something now that it's after six for dinner, not hungry at all? Time passes.