closet day

Sleep late today. 

Labs this morning. 

The night nurse is staying over. 

Yum! Meal prep! 

Chuck patties. Shrimp. 

Pork Belly. Sauce. 

All ruined. Gone. 

How? I’ll tell ya how. 

Murphy is a mean old man.

On the other side of this wall

Is a fridge that leaked Freon and Water 

And saturated the medical supplies. 

I ended up moving all the boxes 

And cleaning. 

So I took my watch off 

I had many many hours of hard activity. 

Plus the fridge was broken for several hours

And was leaking for several more 

So no food. 

Ahhh- the best laid plans

Of mice and men 

Of tongue and pen

The saddest are these:

McDonalds again!

🤪😜😝😛

This is the chunk of cement

That was knocked loose 

- the one I hit going 60 - 

It was at least 2 feet or maybe 3. 

Poor Trekki is still in the shop. 

I listened to an investment seminar 

About how to break away 

from fear- and just start. 

So many parallels with weight loss. 

Someone should make a blog about it! 

So labs today. 

I’m getting some 

Inflammation Labs done. 

I know they’re going to be good. 

I’m about to make them GREAT!

The TRUTH about my hospital stay:

If I had waited on more hour,

I would have been in ICU. 

One more day- the morgue. 

So I’m putting as much distance 

between now and then as I can.