Day 1 of my fast was Thursday (two days ago). I made the fatal mistake of not eating everything I was entitled to, and rather, had a large salad w/extra chicken as my "meal" of the day. All went well on Day 1, or so I thought, until I woke up yesterday a.m.
I woke up with a headache so fierce, and it hadn't even blossomed into full force at that point. At 8 a.m., I called in sick, and went back to bed until 1. The rest of the afternoon consisted of me attempting to eat or drink or take my medications, and promptly vomit, cry, break out into a cold sweat, and then lay down for a nap. Repeat about 3X thru the day. I spent the greater portion of the day in the fetal position in agony, hoping for the sweet release that only death can bring.
As much as I *thought* I wsan't eating all that many carbs or refined foods, apparently I have been consuming them.
Luckily, I had some Rx cough syrup with some "special stuff" in it, which I promptly swigged down in the hopes of breaking the headache of doom. By about 9 p.m., I had calmed down enough to take in SOME sustenance.
Honestly, I hope this was the worst of the pre-op stuff. Eleven more days until surgery. Honestly I don't know how some folks can eat right up until the surgery and not have this interim period with the fasting. It gets you in a habit with the shakes and supplements.
As miserable as I've been the last two days, I can see the benefit of it.
But still secretly, or not so secretly, I"m open to any change: whether the surgery is a success, or if I die on the table under anesthesia. It's all good.
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