I feel like I'm living in one of those test labs where there's no natural light and no clocks. You know, where you just wake up and sleep and eat whenever the urge comes over you. OR - more fitting in my case - you do NOT do these things whenever you do NOT feel like doing them.
I'm not sure if I've done much sleeping at all since the surgery. I think what I've done is more along the lines of "wallow in a pain-infused haze on a sofa full of mismatched pillows." Kind of like a nightmare version of a windowless opium den, except without anything that actually feels good - plus a big heavy cast and two crutches from the pit of hell.
Hey, I'm being too morose though, because there is a bright spot in my life - agave nectar. I'm sure it's just as fattening and bad for me as Karo syrup, but it certainly SOUNDS healthier, now doesn't it? I've discovered that it's pretty dang good squirted on cottage cheese with granolo sprinkled over it. Goes pretty easy on a stomach that is suddenly delicate and easily "put off."
When Michael fixed this for me, I thought his gag reflex was going to get the better of him. As he added each ingredient, he bellowed his outrage:
"This is NOT FOOD. Why are you eating this?"
And then, "My gosh, I can't BELIEVE you are going to put this IN YOUR MOUTH."
And finally, "This stinks. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
My answer is simply this:
I ain't right right now.
By the way, is it just me, or are the HANDS on that creature in the picture really, really freaky?