Monday. I'm up, I'm about, I've had breakfast and I suspect I'm no longer suffering from the cut and paste aspect of the operation I had in March. I'm close to what for me is “normal”. We'll see what my surgeon has to say at our appointment later this afternoon. I still have to watch what I eat, chew everything thoroughly and avoid foods that are tough to digest, but that seems to be coming along too. So there. Good. Hup! Hup!
Later. So the doctor says another four weeks or so to see how the stomach and the rest adjust themselves. I get the impression it will not only take some time but it won't really ever get back to “normal”. Still, it's much better (much much better) than the condition I went in to have corrected, so I suspect I can live with that. I suspect I can live quite comfortably with the way it is now. Oh, and give him a call in another month if I'm still having trouble. OK. I can do that. Otherwise, it's overcast, the afternoon is almost over and I'm thinking of taking it easy for the rest of the day.
As you did this morning?
As I did this morning.