Tuesday, Day 25 - Om Padme Mani Hum. Om Padme Mani Hum. Fear is the mind-killer ...
Oh my God, the last 10 days have been rough! I still have not been able to process the whole thing. The colonoscopy - twice - preceded by three days of disgusting preparation. All that anesthesia in my system. Just as well, it was the only sleep I got for three days. The mammogram - one girl got pinched - the ultrasound - slimy gel all over my poor girls - and then, the wait for results.
The results - a few minor bobbles. Needing more calling, more scheduling, more waiting. Watched the news, watched "Chopped", watched "Marvel:Agents of Shield"; I'm beginning to feel the way Raina looks. Now add prickly to fretful and grumpy.
I tried to eat, I really did. I gave into my fast food cravings and picked up a junior whopper. No cheese. Small onion rings. Back in the day, my idea of a fine lunch. That first bite, so good. Second bite too. Two onion rings. And that's it, my passing acquaintance with protein and fat.
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