Can't wait...

Ugh.

I felt okay today and yesterday thankfully. I've been trying to take advantage by eating more and getting around the house. With all the weight I've lost my knees and ankles are absolutely throbbing from merely increasing my activity to a few trips up and down the stairs daily. I find if I plop myself on the floor to be closer to my cats it's almost impossible to stand back up unassisted. And you can forget about going downstairs in the middle of the night to get a drink or snack. I just can't carry everything and climb the stairs without using the railing to guide me. The other day I made the mistake of trying to carry my 10 lb cat up the stairs to my room. I made it about 2 steps before I gave up.

I mentioned before that I've been experiencing nausea and vomiting. This symptom isn't entirely new as I implied. If I think about it, it's actually been going on for about 2 months. I've had times where I wake up in the middle of the night and have to throw up immediately. It's strange; sometimes I'll have nausea for hours before and other times it just hits me and in seconds I'm reaching for my conveniently placed Penn State pail that has been designated my throw up bucket (thanks Liam). I wouldn't dare throw up in anything Maryland related.

I'm trying not to think about surgery too much and especially preparing for it the night before. The prep is always a bitch when you are sick. You'd think it would be easier considering your sickness is already one step ahead of what the multiple laxatives are going to do anyway. But being even more dehydrated and just the exhaustion of not sleeping the night before on top of the actual process of running in and out of the bathroom sucks. Sorry if this is TMI.

So I weighed myself today because I've been eating more so I thought I might have gained a couple of pounds. How foolish of me. I'm at an all-time low of 103 pounds. When I was originally diagnosed I was 105 at my worst and I remember standing on the scale bawling my eyes out and my dad tried cheering me up by telling me how much fun it would be come time to put several pounds back on, guilt-free. At the time it didn't exactly cheer me up, but boy he was right!

So people; be ready come September to indulge with me in lots of adult carbonated beverages, pasta, hoagies, starbucks lattes, and other fattening Philadelphia treats. Maybe we'll throw a couple salads in there from time to time but I expect you all to gain a few supportive sympathy pounds with me!