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Thanks for the comments, guys!

Shay, I'm sorry you've been having a rough day. Hopefully things resolve soon. My main issues have been sore incision sites and gas. My mom says to hold a pillow to your torso when trying to get up, as this sort of holds everything together and puts less stress on those sore areas (and it really works) and my friend C says the best remedy for the gas is to get up and walk, walk, walk (this really works, too). I don't know if either of these are issues for you, but maybe this helps. Feel better!

Thanks, losingit. Sorry to hear you're not feeling well. You guys with pain meds are lucky. All I got to take home was Children's Advil! I also, apparently, have a really high tolerance for pain, probably from my years dealing with PCOS horror-cramps.

And in play news, yes we are on!

I am definitely looking forward to being able to have hummus. I love the suggestions you made for finding things to eat!

As far as yogurt is concerned, I HATED it in America. It always left a funky aftertaste in my mouth. When I got here, however, I was forced to eat it, in a manner of speaking. My parents raised me that when you are eating at someone's house you have to try a little bit of everything, otherwise you will insult the host. At my first diwaniya experience, my, oh my! They just kept piling food on my plate. It was good food, mind you. But I got full pretty quickly.

"Would you like some chicken?"

"Yes, thank you."

And they put half a roast chicken on my plate!

Long story short, I had to eat the yogurt. Yogurt here is MUCH better than yogurt in America, but I'm still not a huge fan. My undoing is sour cream. I LOVE sour cream. Unfortunately for pre-banded me but fortunate for banded me, the sour cream here tastes completely different and is not anywhere near as good in America. Thus, I should be able to resist. Maybe.

I didn't find it pornographic in the least. I think your writing style is unique and relatable.

I, myself, had a long standing love affair with B&J, but the guys kept putting my flavors in the graveyard. Oh, how I mourn the loss of From Russia With Buzz. After our affair ended, I spent nine years bouncing around the same twenty bloomin pounds and now, fed up, I am finally going to get banded on 5 January.