I think I've learned an important lesson....DO NOT DRINK WHILE EATING!!! Yes, I have been banded for 4 months and it has taken me this long to truely understand the ramifications of mixing liquids and solids! Is it because I have some restriction now? I'm thinking yes....
So Saturday no wait maybe it was Sunday...it was Sunday, Shannon and I fruitlessly tried to start our lawn mower for 45 minutes. It's broken. We went to buy a new one. P'nut spots the Golden Arches and I ask Shannon is she's hungry. We pull in to the drive thru. I order my 4 pc kids meal with a large iced tea. We pull in to the adjacent Wal-Mart parking lot and I take a bite of my McNugget then a swig of tea, not thru the straw. OUCH. Oh that's not good. I try and bite of nugget because I'm a fat kid and I want more food. Nope...Not moving. More tea...oh that's really bad. The slime starts. SLIME SLIME SLIME SLIME SLIME SLIME. I've wasted of the napkins. I get out and walk around. I think I'm a bit better. I put the food away and get on the road. 3 miles later...I pull over.
It's 95 degrees outside. We're on a 4 lane road. I'm standing behind the truck (GMC Envoy) spitting yuck into the weeds. I'm next to the exhausted and my feet start to burn. I walk around and spit some more. Then get back in the truck. It's only a couple more miles to Lowes. I can make it. I think. We pull in the parking lot and I hope out of the drivers seat in the middle of the lane waving to Shannon. I can't talk. I've got too much goop in my mouth. Spit, spit spit spit spit spit spit spit spit.....walk walk walk walk walk walk walk. RELIEF. It goes down. The rest of the day is without incident. I stick with mushy foods.
Yesterday, CPL (crazy pregnant lady) and I head out for a shopping excursion. I have the p'nut and she wants a hot dog. Ok. I can eat a hot dog. Again, I order a hot dog and an iced tea. Two bits in and I'm stuck again. Yeah, I drank so tea too. DAMN IT! This time it's worse. I'm in the bathroom when are slimy ball of food finally come up. SWEET relief. I think it's over. We pack up to go. In the parking lot, the slime start again. WTF? I thought I just PB'd this stuff up? 30 minutes of spitting later the food goes down.
Am I too tight or am I getting stuck because I'm breaking the no drinking rule?