9 days post op

its friday. thank God it truely is friday. monday i worked one hour, tuesday i worked 6, wednesday 5, thursday about the same. today??? im not even showered and its almost nine. should be at work right about now. oh, well. yesterday morning i got on the scale... 12lbs down. wow. i look at myself in the mirror. hm. inflated (full) belly is sorta gone. flat limp empty belly in its place. lol. now my boobs look separated from my stomach. if you know what i mean? that was yesterday morning. but a workday happened. heartburn happened. severe heartburn. i think thats what it was. and that damn referred should pain. its sharp. it hurts. it makes life so not fun. on my way home i picked up some rolaids soft chews, saw a chinese restaurant and remembered someones post and something about egg flower soup. i bought a bowl to go; got myself home, turned the heat pad on, got my cup of soup and enjoyed. then i enjoyed it again. ok, one more time. did you know a 'bowl of soup" was a quart. i slowly drank/slurped it all. now i tell myself. well, at least it was't a whole pizza. a whole hamburger. a whole... anything. it was slippery soup with some mushrooms, very soft celery, extremly soft peapods. thats what i kept telling myself. until i got on the scale this morning. 3lbs up. hmm? sodium? geez. today i will get my water down. i hate playing the 'at least' game. i have been making a soft scrambled egg for breakfast. stays with me for the whole morning. at least i did not have a sausage egg mcmuffin. at least. mind games. i talk to myself. argue with myself. try to best myself. ha. bbq tomorrow. we'll see how i do.