Feline Warrior

My nephew who only knows how to love unconditionally: Miles.

He sent me the sweetest get-well e-card via his mama, mi amiga La Gordita. It’s good to be loved!

* The pain meds were still cookin’ away… you may have noticed the misspelling in my previous title!

So this is what they did to me. That’s not the place (woulda been one heck of a drive), but it explains it pretty well. Oh, and mine was the first one listed. Hence the vicodin and buying all the soft food earlier this week. As it turns out, though, the only thing I really want is chocolate ice cream.

The mashed potatoes -usually a big hit with me- taste like a dishrag (also a peppered dishrag and a peppered dishrag sprinkled with shredded mozzarella cheese, depending on how I’ve tried to repair it). I think it’s the “band-aid” thing they put on my gums while it all heals. Oh, and for the record- they did the upper left AND upper right sides. Inside and outside (”tongue side” and “cheek side”). Hence my pain and the reason for the pain meds.

So while I feel like I’m really really hungry (and I probably am!) there’s not much to eat. I can only have so much chocolate ice cream. Can’t chew. Not into tossing a steak into the blender. (But people do - can you imagine?!) Maybe I can drop a few mushy pounds this week. Hey! Weight loss through surgery - the next big thing!

I know that you don’t come here to read about my boring personal stuff (what I ate, what it tasted like and so on) but sometime next year, I might have an insight about it and think -lucky you!- you’ll already know about it! Yay! Usually I provide strange personal stuff, recollections, memories via music, aroma, or satellite. But this is what I have today. I’m all wounded, what do you want? Hmm?

Maybe I’ll write later while under a vicodin spell. Yeehaw!