My little medical episode really put me down for the count, and I felt sick and couldn't really talk very well for a day or two. I sounded like Brenda Vaccaro after some Primal Scream Therapy.But now I am back to normal.
Last night I cooked a couple of small steaks for me and Ellen, accompanied by some delicious garlic butter green beans. Or should I say, the garlic and butter tasted delicious, the only downside being the taste of green beans.
I made sure to cut my steak into smaller pieces than usual and chew them thoroughly. I felt like that guy in "2001" who ends up a decrepit old man in a bright white room, slowly masticating his little bits of food and looking around nervously. Ellen, I suppose in this scenario, is the mysterious black monolith? I admit the comparison sort of runs out of steam here.
Anyway it all went down fine. I may switch to an all-gruel diet sometime soon.
2 comments:
Hi Bri....... it's Barb..
I guess that that blows the anonymous cover doesn't it?
The medical journals will tell you to chew your food twenty times. That makes it liquid so, I guess, it all goes down easy.
The eye doctor will tell you to clean your glasses with dish detergent and warm water and dry with a cotton cloth.
I will tell you that I am glad you listening to the blather from all of us.
On my last night in Amsterdam, I dined on spaghetti with cheese. It was delicious, but as I ate, I wondered how the Dutch health community would handle a chooking foreigner. Are we entitled to health care over there? Your incident has raised a lot of interesting questions.
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