Sometimes I get really mad about my malfunctioning stomach though. I tried to eat some "regular" food (2 chicken strips) this weekend and made myself super-sick and miserable, so it's back to soup and tea and whatnot. I know I am lucky I can still take nutrition by mouth. I'm lucky I've avoided needing a feeding tube for gastroparesis. But.......it still pisses me off. I LOVE food. I want coffee. I want cocktails. I want to eat steak and fried chicken and bacon cheeseburgers. But, WHATEVER. Anyway, I am online window shopping for fancy loose-leaf teas, which is something I can still tolerate.
I have my second Benlysta infusion today. The first one went just fine. No reaction, other than being extremely exhausted afterwards. I started the Reclast infusions as well. So far, no issues.
Still working a couple of super-early 4 a.m shift mornings every week, which makes me want to die.
I am hopeful for better days.
Writing: I am revising a few poems, having met with my writing/poetry group about a week ago. I am thinking about going back to some essay and short fiction writing as well. I miss it.
Cooking: August is drawing to a close! You know what this means, right? It's SOUP SEASON, motherfuckers. Tortilla soup. Sweet potato soup with leeks. Vegetable orzo soup with lemon. Creamy tomato soup with basil and garlic toast. Take that, broken stomach!
Watching: All the Nicolas Cage movies. Don't judge me too harshly, as watching my man Nic over-act is the best stress relief ever. Is he missing a tooth in Moonstruck? Also: that wooden hand, heh.
I am still re-watching Game of Thrones. And searching Netflix for movies that might have dragons in them, because DRAGONS, amiright?
Reading: I am in the mood to revisit old favorites. I am re-reading Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood. I might also re-read The Mists of Avalon, which is my favorite book, ever.
Me, mid-July 2018
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