So, picked up Abby from her Grandma and Grandpa's house - they were eating this....
It's Papa Johns - (my FAVORITE pizza) - it was ham and pinapple (my FAVORITE, other than cheese), and well, it wasn't heart shaped, but since it was Valentines this week it seemed appropriate. :)
Well, Abby had already eaten a piece there - they offered me a slice - ummm....NO Thanks!!
Abby wanted to bring one home. We got home, was about to make dinner, and said, well, let me try it. Okay - one bite. Okay. Chewed well - went to second bite. Immediately didn't feel right - went to fridge - chugged water (another big no-no!) - needless to say - I wasn't feeling too hot. Sat down. Just knew it was stuck. Didn't feel nauseated, just pain in my chest. Got up thinking maybe I should go into bathroom just in case....went in there and waited, and waited, and waited. And then it happened - started throwing it up. Just lovely. It kept coming and coming .... but it wasn't like "regular" throwup. So when I was done, I feltmuch better - MUCH better. Still didn't have anything else for supper though. :/
So I guess that's one way this surgery works - I already knew if I ate something bad as far as sweets, it would make me sick the other way - def. don't want that.... and I knew the possibility of vomitting, and didn't like that a bit! But it happened, and now I know. And I will NOT be having any more pizza from Papa Johns! I will attempt one day, to make my own, though. And hope that I do fine from it.