Okay. Tonight was no different than any other night. Except that I got to lay around all day (still recovering).
I was making hamburger helper with homemade french bread. Everything was going fine, kids were finishing homework and dinner was right on schedule. Any cook does this without thinking about twenty times while cooking, they TASTE! I had managed to go the entire process with no tastes and right as I was serving the meal, I forgot I had a band. I popped a spoonful into my mouth. It was delicious.
Twenty seconds later, my world was upside down. It felt like someone had a death grip on my insides. I couldn't breathe and I was leaning over the toilet bargaining with Gina that I would NEVER do it again. I said, "I hear ya! I get the point. Please just let this slide through."
I was sweating and splashing water on my face. I was almost in tears. It felt what I can only imagine a heart attack would feel like.
I'm glad that this new addition to my body doesn't fuck around. It hurt like hell.