If one were to go back and read one of my very first posts (from Jan 7th, originally written on 10/7/11 on my CarePage then moved here to this blog), what you would read were these words:
"In fact, all I do know for sure is that just prior to the surgery I will not be able to eat or drink for about 12 hrs, they'll stick me with an IV port, then I'll drink their KoolAid and go to sleep.
The surgeons are the masters at what they do, and it is my job to make sure my body does as its told and that mentally, all I have to do is sleep the day away.
And when I wake? jello . And my life begins again... and they'll probably have me up walking the next day, especially if they put the coffee at the other end of the room."
So true, only I never had any KoolAid as a knock out drug. They lightly doped me up in pre-op when they took my clothes away from me and gave me the most unbelievable hospital underwear that appear to be crocheted from a single stretchable thread, for those women like me that are a bit modest because we are 'sneeze-pee-ers' (unfortunately, they disappeared during surgery), but know that they have no front or back or size for that matter, the weave just separates as one pulls them on!
The weave is not this evenly spaced, nor is it as "pretty." It's actually more like the above image.
Anyway, when I post about the actual surgery I will get into the happenings, but let me tell you, that I did eat dinner that evening, and dinner consisted of what I have now named Five Day Chicken Noodle soup, coffee and J-E-L-L-O !!! Yes!!!! Strawberry jello;
brand, too, with a little foil pull top!I predicted that Jello was what I'd eat and I did, and all was well for me. Oh, and I had my coffee, too!
It was a Kismet moment for me, because the Jello had hit the spot. I think I ordered Jello or custard each and every meal, however, what I found out was that only the very first Jello was the Jello brand, with the little pull top, the rest of my jello's were all made in the kitchen and served in little fluted cups. And sadly I have to admit, that every single one tasted exactly the same as though they make a big vat of jello and then color it with different shades to appear to be different flavors.
Oh well, I ordered them anyway. But the first one that brought me back to Earth and told me that I was home again, was my Jello Brand Strawberry Jello cup!
