True, KK, you did fall asleep. The demure "leave me the fuck alone" you sweetly murmurred when I tried to wake you gave me the hint
I almost ate that benedict, but I wasn't in the mood to barf at 5:30 in the morning. Can't do muffins or ham..but I was tempted lol. It's so interesting when something gets "stuck". The last time that happened, I ran into the kitchen and ate some ice cream before I had to upchuck.
Hope no one's eating while reading lol.
Just for clarification, the lap band will not allow certain things to pass into my stomach. It ends up stuck in the esophagus and I have to uh, get rid of it. It's not like bulemia, though, I can't just decide to vomit, it decides for me. As long as I'm careful it's pretty rare. If I'm especially tense, nothing will go down, so I had to learn to be more relaxed.
This was a drastic procedure, not for people who are only chubby. I was pretty close to dead, though, so I'd rather have this little complication than be haunting Nick from a grave. :P
And Voo...you looked perfect to me
