We had turkey on Saturday, which was delicious, but I'm 100% certain that I have turkey brain. Bonnie is a fantastical cook and I actually had an appetite and was able to attack my plate.
Linds waiting to attack hers:
|R2-D2 is in the background waiting for his|
The G-man's reaction to only getting a small piece of turkey:
I've spent most of the weekend in and out of bed. I managed to spend a few hours out of bed so I could hang with Lindsay before she left on Sunday.
I get up, feel like dried mustard, do my meds, feel like rotten rubber boots, and do the grandma shuffle back to bed.
My o2 sats are as desirable as a green loaf of bread, my brain wants to explode through my skull in a glorious display of rebellion, and my body is about as cooperative as an adolescent at a tea party.
I open my eyes and they threaten to dissolve into my pillow. I lift my head off the pillow and the room spins. I put my feet to the floor and think, "come on body, together we can accomplish anything; including a Broadway number if need be". I rise and start the aforementioned shuffle back to the couch.
We were able to get out for a spin in the chair today. I've eaten turkey soup the last couple of days. I've watched a lot of tv. I've cuddled the G-man. I've spent a lot of time being incensed at my body for not wanting to party like it's 1999.
But I've also spent a lot of time being thankful for these three: