Guess what I'm eating?
A piece of toast.
Even though it's been almost a year since I ate a wheat product of this size, I feel soooo crappy, I finally gave in and eat a slice of the raisin bread my mother bought yesterday. She was the only one of us well enough to leave the house for supplies.
Did I mention she has my cold, too?
These are Dwayne's nurses. We lie in bed all day, letting the poor, one-armed boy fend for himself. He's getting better care from the puppy and kitten. It helped -- us -- that I switched his extra-strength Tylenol with extra-strength Tylenol with a sleep aid so he slept for twelve hours last night. I'm sure he's feeling much more like taking care of himself today.
Aside from the excrutiating pain in his right shoulder.
I can't believe I don't feel any better today but you know what? The toast is helping. Maybe I'll have another piece.