So, I had a quick check-in with Dr. O’Ryan, and let me tell y’all—he was not happy. At all.
The moment I sat down, he looked at me and said, “Leata, what are we doing?” Not in a cute way. Not in a concerned-but-gentle way. More like, “I know you’ve been doing what you want, and I need you to stop playing.”
He pulled up my chart and went through every single thing I was supposed to be doing—and then asked if I had actually been following it. And well… if you’ve been keeping up, you already know the answer.
I told him about my ginger ale era, the Jimmy John’s lunches, and how I technically did a lot of the right things—just with some questionable choices in between. 😬
And O’Ryan? He wasn’t having it.
Doctor’s Orders (For Real This Time)
He made it very clear that if I wanted the best possible outcome from surgery, I needed to start following the plan, exactly as it was laid out—no shortcuts, no substitutions, no “but I thought this was okay” moments.
✔ Hydration = WATER (not ginger ale, not sweet tea, not vibes)
✔ No more processed food (he literally said, “Jimmy John’s? Absolutely not.”)
✔ Stick to iron-rich, anti-inflammatory meals (so yes, the nuts and raisins were fine—but not with a side of deli sandwiches)
✔ Take every supplement as directed (including omega-3s, iron, and isoflavones)
✔ Cut out everything that thins blood or causes inflammation (RIP to my occasional coffee cravings)
He straight up told me: “Your body needs to be in its best possible condition for this surgery. No more guessing. No more doing what you think works. Follow. The. Plan.”
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