The net result of having eaten cabbage as an anchor for multiple meals is getting halfway to work on Monday with a searing need to . . . well, let's just say a body had to tighten up for the last 100 steps or so to the office door. And then, cool, calm, and collected (like) make one's way to the lavatory for sweet release and relief.
Hoping (against conventional wisdom, perhaps) that the worst was over, I sat back down at my desk to work. Within an hour, the need to....
Again, release and relief and a quick trip to the convenience store across the street to score some meds to combat this condition
That is how my week (last week) began. It didn't improve much beyond that auspicious beginning.
I fell on Tuesday. Nothing was broken, but goodness did I feel like a lummox. On the plus, several did offer assistance and asked after my well being. My emotions recovered fairly quickly but my arms and palms were sore for a few days after.
Wednesday was the best of all. Sitting down to a dinner of left-over cabbage (it had been a few days) and cornbread. I typically use smoked turkey tails to flavor my greens, beans, and such. After a forkful or two into the meal, one of the tail bones decide to try to slide down my throat.
Except, it didn't slide. It lodged.
I shall spare you the bloody and gorier details. Suffice to say I scare the (nearly) literal shit of myself, the dog, and the cat.
Today, a week after the week that was, I am alive and well, and I finally fit into some slacks I bought over two years ago. All in all, not a horrible way to set up the end of October.
