Yesterday marked one month since my surgery, and while the pain has lessened considerably – there’s no longer a small pool of saliva on my pillow when I wake up – swallowing solid foods is still a problem. And I’ve found that I miss not just eating, but the anticipation of eating. When you don’t have mealtimes to look forward to – just another round of soup, smoothie, protein drink, ice cream (yes, it’s possible to get tired of ice cream) – it makes your days unimaginably dull. Especially during a pandemic.
