Leftist commentary from a mouthy bitch
Yeah, so having your gall bladder out is a little rougher than I was promised. I got a line about how most people go back to eating like it’s no big thing within a few months.
HA HA HA… no.
I’ve dropped 80-100 lbs as a result of having to go seriously low fat with all the things or spend my days camped in the bathroom. But, also, what I thought had been serious, chronic heartburn, that I continuously munched on bread or crackers to try to defeat when Tums didn’t touch it? Yeah, probably my gall bladder screwing with me for YEARS! But you know, if you lose weight that’ll all stop… Yeah, no. Get bent.
So anyway, I have adapted to my new diet. I’ve bought two entire new wardrobes of clothes as I’ve dropped 4-6 sizes, and I’ve quit being sick all the damn time. Who knew? You get rid of the offending organ and suddenly all the shit you’ve been complaining about for the past 5 or 6 years gets better? Who’d of thunk it?
So, yeah… And now that I’ve figured out how to feed myself without (mostly) having to dash to the bathroom every twenty minutes, I have a few brain cells to rub together for this.
Don’t worry, I still have my ranty pants. Those fit regardless of size. And my angry undies, and all the things that make me, well, me.
More soon, because the upcoming election year is rife with material.