Thankfully, my sweet gastroenterologist made a way for me to eat last night involving an inhaler and medication. Over the course of half an hour last evening, I gorged myself small pieces of angus hamburger, and I got so very full with the added bonus that I didn't stop breathing or choke. Tonight Buck will add onions to my beef, the only vegetable on the list to which I didn't react.
Hauna brought me a tray of fragrant veggie sprouts, and it occurred to me I may not get to eat any of them at all, no matter how gorgeous and delectable they grow in my Peter Rabbit garden. On the bright side, I'll always enjoy the flowers which bloom so lavishly there each year.
Frances Farmer: Hollywood's Bad Girl of the 1930s and '40s
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The world has always known people who just do* not *want to be told what to
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