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The plan


The plan is that there is no plan. 

I've been told by the doctors that I can't go home until I can eat and drink more without either throwing it back up or it blocking the new pipe work. 

I'm back on the mash potato and gravy diet after the recent blockage and having ensure supplement drinks to make sure I'm getting all my vitamin, minerals and calories. They're even giving me these medicine shots that have a super high calorie content in them. Gone are the days of my shot glasses having vodka in them!

After 6 months of not being allowed to drink I have had to set alarms on my phone reminding me to drink so that I don't get dehydrated now they have taken the feeds and iv fluids down. 



The doctors don't seem overly worried though so neither am I. At the moment it's just a case of waiting for everything to settle down and hoping for the best. 

I think the real test will be when I try eating something different (not falafel this time!) and I'm glad this will be done in hospital incase I block again. 

As much as I desperately want to go home, I want to go home and stay there. I don't want to be just about ok and then end up back in hospital a few weeks later because things aren't quite right. 

If the 'no plan' plan changes, I will let you know!

NB x

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