One of the few things I enjoy for lunch lately is a nice crunchy PB&J. I like to have it with no sugar added peanut butter and a no sugar added blackberry jam. Normally, it is delicious. Unfortunately, over the last two weeks my tastes have decided to take a vacation. I can’t taste anything salty. Everything else is muted. I can barely taste my lunch sandwich. Tonight, we had some leftover chicken alfredo pasta and a salad. I could taste the blue cheese crumbles in the salad, but it tastes off. The pasta tasted okay, but I added some Heinz 57 to it to have some kind of flavor. I know, that sounds weird, but when your taste buds are taking a vacation on you, you’ll try anything.
Two nights ago, I opened up some Little Debbie Starcrunch ice cream. It’s only available at Walmart. I was so looking forward to it. Like I said, my tastes are off, so it was muted also. I could taste a bit of the caramel and chocolate. However, my teeth have been so sensitive to cold things. Ice water especially. What was I thinking I could have some ice cream? I had the first bite. I wanted to shriek. It hurt so bad. This, honestly, was the worst pain side effect throughout this entire cancer journey. So painful. I ate about a half-inch down the pint of ice cream. Not much at all. Normally, I’d either kill it or just have half the pint. I couldn’t take it. I closed my eyes with each bite, somehow thinking that would mask the pain and sensitivity. No such luck. Not worth it. Not worth the pain. I’ll stick to cookies for a sweet fix or some sugar free Werther’s. Cookies don’t hurt you or bring the pain. Surprisingly and thankfully I don’t have any heat sensitivity.
Once again, the meteorologist called for massive rain this afternoon. Never happened! Maybe 5 minutes of a shower around 5 PM.
My cats were such brats today. My morning started with me heating up some egg bites like each morning. Pancake, the big one, has some kind of fetish with my cane. He likes to bite the rubber feet on the cane. Chip is learning to from his brother. It starts with him rubbing his face on the cane and tapping it with his front paw. Then he knocks it over and is so proud of himself. He rolls around on the floor in the middle of the walkway. I call to my wife and ask her for help with the situation. It’s every time I go in the kitchen. They swarm me. But during the day, I’m chopped liver. They don’t want to be near me at all. Chip will come in maybe around 4-4:30 PM and hang. But all day? I shouldn’t complain about them too much, but it’s honestly ridiculous at times what they do to me. They have to know I am hobbling around the house. They see me. Does it not compute in their furry little brains? I am at times SO OVER THEM. I love them, but seriously boys, come on!
Anyway, thank you for stopping by!
~Bruce
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