I thought that I was doing okay today as it related to energy and then whammo, a complete power failure! Not me, silly. Our entire, mainly senior, community lost power. It was off for about an hour. Goodness knows how busy Palms of Pasadena maternity ward will be on Valentines Day next year.
While the power was off, I suggested to the research manager that we go down to Twistee Treat and, given my continued aversion to cold, get some room temperature ice cream. They didn't have any.
We did have a new development today though: Mouth Sores.
Apparently these little ugly creatures are part of the deal. There are a few things you can do, but so far, the saltwater rinse that the research manager purchased when this all started is helping.
But I am feeling sorry for my food now. Picture what it must deal with.
1. Get past my brain as acceptable food
2. Sneak past the mouth sores, including one on my tongue.
3. Land in my stomach to compete with all those vitamins, remedies and the mushrooms which are surely growing in my stomach (Remember stomach flora?)
4. Then undertake a perilous journey into the unknown.
Well, if you can't sympathize with the food, you can feel sorry for me. I might be able to milk this for something.
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