Picking my nose...

Yippee! I begged, pleaded, rationalized, and made lots of promises, and Dr. S consented to remove the awful nasal feeding tube. I know that I'm still going to have to work hard at keeping food in me, and keeping a food diary and drinking the BOOST shakes and all that stuff, but at least I don't have that damn thing hanging out of my nose now. It was just about to send me over the edge. I've been more depressed in the past week than I have during the entire 3 month ordeal that I've been through. Luckily, I feel pretty darn good physically, so I think things are on the upswing! Of course, knock on wood... I've said that before.