Pain defines me right now. I do have hydrocodone to take, but just refuse to submit to something that strong. So, I am in horrendous pain.
Here is what I think. If the pain medicine stops the pain, I will no longer be capable of standing! Then, I would have to lie down or scrunch down in the chair. The pain will stop on its own if I lie down or scrunch down in the chair! I want to stand and walk. But, pain meds hit me so hard that standing and walking capably are not in my repertoire when properly medicated.
For lunch, which was my breakfast, I had yummy chicken that appeared to be baked, pulled from the bone and served. ??? Then, contrary to the usual menu, we had boxed mashed potatoes and pinto beans with ham chunks, and wHItE bReAd....ack. There is usually a salad and a vegetable--green beans, sweet potato, but never boxed masked potatoes.
This church serves a lovely meal once a month. Police officers, politicians, local shrink, retired professionals, one of our local authors, and all sorts of retired professionals attend. And some welfare cases come. Most people are far from poor and acquaintances or friends for the past thirty years.
Oh, I had red velvet cake...yum. I did not eat the bread or all the mashed potatoes and did not touch the beans. I also collected about a quart of food for the hens. They got all except half the meat that will be their protein tomorrow. Later, I went out to see what they ate. These silly hens left all the pinto beans. All the beans were neatly piled on one side of the disposable plate I brought from the dinner. How do they do that? Do they remind you of children?
Well, that was lunch for the hens. As it turned out, they had peanuts for dinner. I had some peanuts that somehow tasted funny and had a weird texture. They were not old. So, I sat and shelled peanuts and threw them in the grass for Thelma, Louise, and Pepper. Louise pecked Pepper often to scare her away. Louise decided to sample my toe. Then, she jumped into my lap for a looksee at the world from there and to peer into the overturned bag of peanuts. Now, my fingers hurt from shelling peanuts.
My dinner. Today, I had sat for two hours on hard chairs. For dinner I had pain relievers--dark chocolate chips. Euphoria set in, and either I don't hurt or don't care. Then, feeling a bit more chipper, I had a handful of pecans. Okay, I am strong enough to cook. So, two scrambled eggs with cheese...yum...and a glass of milk. Finally, feeling like I needed a vegetable and only having fresh onions, I ate a whole can of turnip greens. Oh, I had shredded carrots but did not want those. Later, I will have a delish orange. Everyone needs a five course meal once in while. Right? It seemed like a balance meal....even if it were bizarre.
I just now occurred to me--I only had two meals today, so I suppose I am entitled to one more...work with me here and agree with me or I might cry...seriously, I am so stressed. It may be time for more chocolate chips.
Tell me all the bad parts of the new Blogger, pleeeease!
Have you ever just eaten dinner one food at a time? Can anyone relate to this pain, unrelenting and made worse by doing anything? Do your chickens like peanuts? Just say anything about anything so I will know the blogging world is out there......pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!