Well, here we are - three weeks into this thing called pancreatitis recovery, and all seems okay. I still get a slight throb every now and again, but I honestly think that comes when I don't drink enough fluids ( a glass of water or water-Gatorade and I'm a-ok). The alcohol thing really doesn't bother me as much as I initially thought it would, though I must admit I still miss a few cold brews now and again. In September, Stifler's Mom (the band I play bass for) will be playing an outdoor event at a campground; this event will be sponsored by New Belgium Brewing Company. I hope to partake by then...
Speaking of Stifler's Mom, we played another duff gig this past Saturday. No big drama like the gig at the beginning of May - just a dead-space gig. To be fair, it was Memorial Day Weekend; people just weren't out at the bars this weekend, I suppose. I sure hope June turns out to be a better gigging month than May was; we'll be playing a couple of familiar haunts, so we'll see...
Back to my gut...the hard part of this lifestyle change isn't the alcohol so much as it is the fatty foods part. When Gina and myself went out to eat for the first time after my attack (almost two weeks later), we went to this Greek/Mediterranean place in the Cherry Creek Mall, where I proceeded to order the Falafel plate. Falafel is deep-fried. My pancreas decided to remind me in no uncertain terms that falafel is, indeed, deep-fried. Since then, I've been more careful. I've introduced proteins, tomato, and onion back into my diet with no ill effects other than the aforementioned slight throb (actually just a sensation - not quite pain - to remind me that I do have a pancreas and I might want to be aware of that), but I'm still leery of going to Benny's and ordering the Sloppy Burrito w/beans and chicharrones...that's not gonna happen for a good while...
I think that's it for now...time to go shave my head...