Appetizing Muse

I was a veritable glutton yesterday. My appetite has slowly been coming back – bits here and there of Shepherd's Pie, toast, ham – but it was all done in pick fashion. I wasn't really interested in eating; I was merely trying to keep a degree of strength at hand.

I awoke yesterday morning sore as usual – but not as much so – and I was simply ravenous. Even though it was Father's Day, my Dad prepared homemade sourdough hotcakes, ham and hash browns. I devoured every bit on my plate. Later, no one felt like cooking so instead we opted for a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken. I had a little of everything: two chicken legs, one biscuit, a small mound of mashed potatoes with gravy, and a big scoop of coleslaw. I ate every bit of that, too, and I felt marvelous afterward.

Today I'm not so famished so perhaps I just needed the boost. Whatever the case, I definitely think I'm on the right side of mending.

During my stay in the hospital and for a few days after I came home, I dreamt of the weirdest things while in a medicated fog. First it was fish and chips, gloriously devoid of grease, and then it was a plain chicken hotdog, and finally a tall glass of iced coffee.

But not just any glass of iced coffee. In my dream, I enacted the recipe as well. I took a long shot of cold black coffee mixed with liquid Coffee Mate, a pinch of sugar and a drop of vanilla and then stirred before adding two ice cubes. This was in my dream, mind you, but it was so vivid I had to try it.

So this morning I did. The concoction tasted just as good in the flesh as it did in my Hydrocodone-laced mind.

*Related blog posts: 06/04/08: Off the Blog Rails; 07/11/08: Return to Normal.