Ever since I returned from the nursing home, I have lagged behind. Not only have I been slow, filled with an unfathomable ennui, but graced with constant mild nausea. I ate, I got ill. The last few days, I didn’t just get sick, I fell asleep. Continually.
Instead of bringing me my usual Weight Watchers breakfast yesterday, The Great Geezer brought me bread and butter. I felt really good. Revitalized. I walked to the library only stopping twice. I took a jaunt to the store to get more pictures for our Facebook page, then I came home and redesigned the living room. Not a nap in sight.
No yogurt or even cereal with rice milk for breakfast. I took one Tylenol with my bread. No commercial anything for lunch. Just bread and butter. Baked potato for dinner. Simple stuff.
I will try bread and butter for a week, plus or minus, and see how I feel. I’ve been allergy reaction free for so long that I’d almost forgotten my food allergies…except for the eggs. I’ve been reaction free for so long that even G doesn’t recognize them.
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