Bananas, cooked rice, apple sauce, toast and sometype of a prebiotic rich food like keifer, yogurt, kim chi.
Is he prone to the runs?

We don't have those foods in the house. He's 72 and now i have to worry about him now on top of myself.

I'm pissed bc he could have said add the meds to the order. I'm calloused to a lot of this bc, ever meet someone who's always got a health problem? Like always? Back, neck, knees, cant breathe, dizzy, swollen feet, "feels icky", insomnia, on and on... I've heard this 27 yrs.

One hand when I've asked him how he was and he said ok. Ever meet someone who, when someone asks how they are, goes into a long litany of how they are? Like, its embarrassing bc they don't get that's a generic greeting.

Just her first story, but the entire thing is pretty funny as well.

(I know the type of which you speak. Some are related.)

Welp, I'm sitting here almost having left-sided, postop abdominal pain. I'm that person. Its Just worrying

I usually don't go either, but that is because I have nothing to pay them. Once we as a society figure out that we desperately need other options to predatory healthcare, I suspect more people will go to the doctor. And, we will be a healthier nation for it. But, till then...

(I am sorry about the pains. I hate pain. My husband is a freaking masochist when it comes to dealing with pain. I shut down over a popped knuckle. So, I can relate. I hope it passes soon. )

Poor Mr X. He goes to the doctor and pain management. Yesterday, he knocked his big tv off its stand. Its not broken, thank God.

I'm sitting here, watching a history channel documentary on Hitler, pondering my life. My relatives all still work and take cruises and weekend flights places. I sit at home. I'm 13 days post gallbladder removal, still having gas and left- sided pain, wondering if my time on Earth is dwindling down at 59 and I'm just going to accept it. I used to enjoy life.

'Joy' is something that has not been in my life for years. I am so grateful for my husband, and yet I feel so badly about being with him because I am a practical zombie with no redeeming anything anymore. I cannot even walk up and down a flight of steps without having to rest. I can barely use the vacuum and anything physical beyond that is becoming more and more impossible. And, I am the only one who does anything around this house. He is working part time but seems to be lost and dazed over the run o fbad luck we have been having. I cannot fix it. I cannot do anything but get out of the way.

Just remember, it is not the years, it is the mileage. There is one more thing that is very relevant to our situation yet people don't like to talk about it. That is genetics. My body did not suddenly decide to crumble solely because of outside forces. I am betting yours has not either.

I am really hoping that your situation improves and you recover fully. If you are like me, you tend to overdo things. Maybe don't do that so much right now. Just worry about recovering. It is time for others to worry about you, and if they cannot, then you don't need to be dealing with that. Just stay calm. Write a novel. Paint a picture. Please remember that 'good' has nothing to do with this endeavor. Just do it. And, remember that we are here.