For the first four days in the hospital, I was only allowed to have ice. Never mind hunger, which I didn't really have, the worst was how dry my mouth was. I thought I was going to die from dry mouth. I drink a lot of water as it is, so to go from constant sips of the nectar to almost nothing was beyond difficult.
My mom said I looked like a little bird as I would request an ice chip and she would spoon it to me. It hurt to move the first day or so. And heaven forbid an ice chip would make me cough- OUCH- nothing like coughing after having your abdomen sliced open. And sneezing? I prayed to Jesus to not send a sneeze my way. Even two weeks later I was afraid when I felt that tickle in my nose. I, at least, have had years of experience not sneezing loudly. I think my body took the force in every area of my body save for my stomach. In exciting news: I can sneeze and cough like regular now.
Every so often, the ice would melt and I would have a little bit of water. All I wanted to do was suck those droplets down like I had just crossed the Sahara waterless, but then I would get afraid: If I was supposed to have water, they would give me water...and then I'd just grab another ice chip.
Next time I'll tell you about my liquid diet...Fun stuff, eh?
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yeah, the ice chip vs. water thing annoys me so much. do they not know it'll melt into water? don't they know the patient could just hold the ice in their mouth till it melts into water? and then just start the process all over again...
and then they get angry when you just drink water. go figure.
It's definitely weird how they differentiate between ice and water.
Many thanks for the help in this question.
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