I woke up yesterday morning deciding that it was going to be my last “rest” day. Meaning, I would take it easy to allow my bod another full day of recovery from the stomach whatever I had going on. I woke up thinking I had slept in only to realize, “oh right time change”, and reality was that it was 6am and not 7am.
Oh well, I was ready to be up and get some stuff accomplished. I was tired of laying around doing nothing. In fact I kept getting headaches from laying around so much. I was also tired of being cooped up in the house AND I was tired of not eating.
When I woke up on Sunday ready to eat, and that included chewing, I was beyond ecstatic! Food sounded appealing, my stomach wasn’t uneasy, and the thought of having some coffee again after days without almost brought me to tears.
What? I love morning coffee, ah’ight.












