These pages contain my thoughts, from meandering ideas and persuasions to deep cerebrations and serious mentations.
Why, for what purpose? To release my mind and set creativity free. Somewhere inside the constraints of my mind dwells a writer, a poet, an artist who paints with words. In here I release those constraints and set the artist free.
Perhaps, lost somewhere in the depths of thought, is a story or a poem, waiting to be written.
Well, you can have someone follow you around playing that old Guns N Roses song on repeat. That'll give you patience. Either that, or it'll improve your aim.
Great! Sounds like you've got this thing nailed down. It may be inconvenient to have so many meals in a day. Maybe you should just call a few of them "snacks."
Rest and relax and let that healing do it's magic.
As I recover, I find the biggest challenge is eating. With liquids, I can consume about a cup, but I have to take little sips and space them out. Solid foods, or actually soft and semi-liquid foods, I can eat about a half cup, and then I'm full.
The problem arises after I eat, and my stomach starts to produce acid. The acid makes me overfull and I find myself spitting up like a baby, not to mention the acid reflux.
I have my post-op check-up on Wednesday and will seek information and a solution when I talk to the surgeon.
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