When I was a kid, I used to dream up the wildest things to eat for breakfast. I had fascinations about eating ice cream of some sort every morning.
Every child has had that thought of living in Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory and having whatever they want to start the day.
I can remember thinking how great it would be to have milkshakes or hot fudge sundaes when I wanted.
Turns out, it isn’t so great.
There isn’t anything that I wouldn’t give right now for a vegetable platter. Something with a little substance to it.
Maybe a roll with some butter. A grilled chicken salad with Caesar dressing, or even a plain salad with nothing but lettuce. However, those things are a few weeks away.
Obviously, I came through my surgery OK, but being on a liquid diet, well, let’s just say it’s for the birds. I may never want to see Jell-O or a meal supplement shake again in my life.
Sure, they are sweet and tasty, but after about 30 meals of them, I’m done. I want a nice salad with some carrots and cucumbers. That’s right, I said I want a salad.
However, I don’t get the privilege of eating a raw vegetable for about five more weeks according to my after-surgery diet.
I’ve learned some things about eating, and at the top of that list is that some things aren’t so bad.
The second thing is that I really do love food. During my recovery I have had dreams of food. Chips and salsa, steaks, my favorite buffalo wings. But slowly, those romantic interludes with some of my favorites have turned to nightmares with the last having Kayce make homemade cinnamon rolls and forcing me to eat them.
Yes, it was probably the pain medication, but when you wake up from a dream sweating before the sun comes up and your last memory of the dream is someone stuffing milk and cinnamon rolls in your mouth, it leaves a haunting reminder of how you got yourself in this position.
Most people want to know how the operation went, and to be honest with you I don’t remember. The last thing I recall on the day of my surgery was being in the check-in room. From there it is just a few flashes of memory.
I will say that I could have gone a lot of different places to have the procedure done and I’m glad I stayed local.
Dr. Ché Miller did a great job of explaining to me what took place during the procedure. Apparently, I’m not put together on the insides like most folks.
Overall, I’m doing better. I still have pain now and again, and I do like people telling me that I already look thinner.
— Ron Booth is the managing editor for The Duncan Banner. He can be reached at 580-255-5354, Ext. 166, or via e-mail at email@example.com.