I hate getting used to new meds. Right now I feel like the flower above... kind of there but a little worse for wear yet still looking toward the light on the horizon. Dr. Cook told me that it would take a week or two for my body to acclimate to the Metformin I'd be on. Hubby already went through the experience firsthand years ago and concurred. It all sounded so nice in theory.
Being only 12 weeks out from surgery probably doesn't help. There's a lot of grumbling and unhappiness in my digestive tract that's different from the intestinal distress I was told to expect. My insides are probably saying, "Haven't we been through enough? Now what are you doing to us?"
All I can say is, "Sorry" and then feel like a lump while my insides try to work it all out--all the while repeating little mantras I say to myself...
"There's a light on the horizon... keep your eye on it."
"This is all very temporary."
"I've been through worse... remember what it was like before surgery?"
"It could be worse... it could be raining."
Oh... it has been raining? Well, never mind that one.
Being only 12 weeks out from surgery probably doesn't help. There's a lot of grumbling and unhappiness in my digestive tract that's different from the intestinal distress I was told to expect. My insides are probably saying, "Haven't we been through enough? Now what are you doing to us?"
All I can say is, "Sorry" and then feel like a lump while my insides try to work it all out--all the while repeating little mantras I say to myself...
"There's a light on the horizon... keep your eye on it."
"This is all very temporary."
"I've been through worse... remember what it was like before surgery?"
"It could be worse... it could be raining."
Oh... it has been raining? Well, never mind that one.
