Of Mice and Meals

So since my last post not a lot has happened, but its felt like a lot has happened. Number one i got discharged from the hospital only after the most embarrassing incident that hospital has ever seen happened. I'm not sure if i can even talk about it cus its gross, its bad, and its all around not something anyone wants to hear. So i got home around 11pm on the night of the 24, No real pain... The dr was very impressed because i was so motivated to get out of there i didn't push my pain button at all.... from what i heard pain meds slow things down that you need functioning. anyway, that night laid in my bed and it felt so uncomfortable, i do what i would have done pre op, which is get up and look in the fridge... Sure enough, theres nothing in there, that i was prepared for... The cabinet however i wasnt... So i look in the cabinet/pantry/big door that holds food for kitchen and im almost in tears because this pantry is stocked with the things i can consume... My chicken broth, waters, crystal lights, the little mio things, jell-o, and a post it that says "sugar free Popsicle's in the freezer." So im beaming! YES MY FAMILY CARES! but b4 i close the pantry door i hear something scuffling around it there so im looking around and dont see anything... So right as im about to close the door again a FREAKING FIELD MOUSE comes flying out if a ritz cracker box and hides behind our george forman grill. The girl in me that i so rarely show bubbled to the surface, i scream, turn to run, slip on a onion peel, trip, and land on my stomach in a chair...Everyone comes running down, the wind is completely knocked out of me... Im gasping for air, and trying to check and make sure i didn't rip any stitches. Everything seemed fine. So we trap the mouse in there and in the morning head to home depot, but 1000 sticky traps and put them everywhere then we build a perimeter from the pantry to the back yard door so that if he does run he can go out the door. so we are waiting for him for a while, and in all the excitement i completely for got to weigh myself. the scale reads 231 pounds. which is 11 lbs down since the date of surgery... WHAT! i dont have time to jump for joy there screams from down stairs, i grab the camera run downstairs only to fin the mouse has evaded us. we all give up and go to bed. The next day, today, my good mood about food and making it on this damned liquid diet for another week is pretty much gone. Im starving, and theres not enough liquid, or protein powder you can pour down my throat to stop me from craving chinese food. Dinner time roles around, and although im starving ive made it another day on 64oz of liquid. guess what mom brings home for dinner... CHINESE FOOD! OH Hell NO! now what am i supposed to do... so  i take a nap... Just woke up, walked down stairs and what do i find other than a dead mouse caught in a trap... I cant help but compare his mouse trap, to my mouse trap... cus eventually were both gonna die of starvation!