So everyone I've talked to that has had this surgery has that "Last Meal". Something you really like that you know you may not eat again for a very long time and when you do, it's gonna be wayyyyyyyy less than you used to. John and I had it all planned out, we were taking that last meal and turning it into a night away. We had made plans for the kids to go to my sisters, we were going to drive up to Port Orchard in Washington and stay with a good friend and his wife that has been trying to get us to come up for years. His son recently opened a restaurant, very nice, adult only, fine dining. This was to be my last meal!! Well that didn't happen. Michael got sick and ended up staying in the hospital all weekend. If that's news to you, don't worry, he's good. Just a nasty gastro virus.
So that pretty much put all those weekend plans away. We'll get there at some point, only next time rather than planning on a big juicy steak, I'll have one of those yummy scallops they serve.
But what about that last meal? Was hospital food going to really be it? Uh, no. Last night we went to the Roadhouse. I had some yummy rolls with honey butter
and my favorite thing in the world, steak and ribs!
Yes I'll be able to have some steak again, yes ribs again, at a very controlled portion that is. It was just nice to have that last time of eating without thinking about what it. And you know what? I'm done. I don't need anymore. I'm ready for food to not be the focus of my life.
The countdown is on! I check in tomorrow at 5:30am, surgery is scheduled for 7:30am. I took today off of work, just need that day to prepare. I'm ready!