Muriel Watson writes: I haven't been able to blog in so long, I have really missed it . I guess I should start with the good news. I have lost 13 pounds since my last blog! That should be great news and under normal circumstances it would be. However, the bad news would be how I lost it.
I found myself in the ER at Johnston Memorial Hospital on all days... Mother's Day! I had my first, and I pray my last, attack of diverticulitis. If your not familiar with this condition, it basically means you can't eat any seeds or nuts, beans, corn, etc, etc. You get the point. Back to the story, I ended up getting admitted because the infection was so bad. I was unable to eat or drink anything (even water), for three days and after that only a liquid diet to come home on. I have since came home and am trying to get back to the norm but not as easy as I expected.
Last week was my first week back to work and that, in itself, was tough. I was so happy to go back to work but had no idea how hard it would be to get back in to my regular routine. I was so sore the first two days, I couldn't hardly get out of bed, much less even think about going to the gym. I am still very nauseous from the high doses of antibiotics the doctors have me on and am struggling to eat regular foods again. My doctor has me on a high fiber diet and that also takes some getting use to. Now this week has gone much better, as far as my health goes. Although I am still having to learn what I can and cannot eat, it is getting a little easier. I told some of my coworkers the other day that life is just plain crazy!
Two years ago I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes and now I have found out that I have diverticulitis! Basically, with one I can't eat anything sweet or that tastes great and now I can't eat anything that's good for you! All I can say at this point is....Can somebody please pass the bread and water?
I am still working on my weight loss. While the 13 pounds was great, I still have a ways to go. I will try to start back at the gym this coming week and if all goes well, work myself up to my regular routine. My friend and exercise partner, Teresa, has continued to go even while I was sick, but never letting me forget that when I was better, she expected me to be there with her. I work with some of the greatest and most caring people you could ever ask for. They are more than just coworkers or friends, they are family and I love them dearly! They are my support team and there whenever I need them to be!
