Fits, Cravings, and Pudding I guess I never mentioned that I'm no longer on any kind of "approved diet" list, or at the very least, that list is cock full of fatty, carby, chocolately, alcoholy, proteiny goodness. In fact, I think it was last Thursday while in hospital when "Nutrition" knocked on my door and delivered a tray, upon which I spied vanilla pudding. Valkyrie: I'm on a clear liquid diet . . . is that pudding? Oh God, you have no idea how good that soup was at that moment. I even licked out the bowl a bit (it was a shallow bowl, and the door was closed . . . shut up!) . . . Oh, the small pleasures in life. And what a reward I received for doing nothing more than passing gas, being upgraded to a full liquid diet while in hospital after nearly a full week of such a restricted diet . . . pudding is beautiful. Yes, I'm on pain medication, but only ibuprofen. Percoset binds me up something awful. Anyway, I'm still doing pretty good. I'm getting the rest of my staples removed on Monday. I wonder when I'll be released to drive. I'm getting a little cabin fevery. In knitting news, I finished another dishcloth, a hat, and completed the medieval hood/neck gaiter thing, which I'm not too pleased with, but it will keep my head/ears/neck warm and fuzzy if we ever get any chilly weather hear in AZ. Still 90-something degrees, what the hell? I think God is angry at Arizona. What I do know is that we're all a bunch of ungrateful bitches, the Diamondbacks are in the freaking playoffs and there are still tickets available? Pfffft. I have an excuse, what's yours??
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