Day 27: Tummy issues

It feels like I swallowed a rock, and things are not moving inside. I am constipated, I believe. This started with the chocolate croissant I had this morning with NYC Zabar’s coffee made in my French press. The croissant felt like a weight. I ignored it as I quickly dressed after showering and all the tasks I do every morning. This includes applying Utter Smooth with Urea (cow pee) to my feet and hands. The numbness many feel after chemotherapy has not manifested in me except for some minor issues, which might be preexisting or the results of diabetes.

My trip to the office, Tuesday being a work-from-office, was slow as the traffic backed up across two traffic lights. You crawl through it. Just a minute into the trip, I turned around as I forgot the folder for the lawyer. I got it, and Air Volvo returned to the slow trip. I arrived before 8. My tummy was not comfortable feeling extended with a rock in it.

I made it to work and did some meetings, and I spoke to one of the system designers for a long time. It is good to align even if we don’t agree. I listen carefully as I am not always right, just usually when it comes to SAP systems. It is good to talk about all the issues.

I returned home for lunch. I heated a bowl of chicken noodles, added extra egg noodles, and had that for an easy and not too upsetting lunch. I was still early for the lawyers off of 185th and ended up waiting. I had forgotten my phone, so I could not read a book on my Kindle app.

I discussed my health issues and the ideas I had. Scott then transformed them into local legal ideas and will revise my will and get me the correct powers of attorney for a medical adventure. Orgeon uses something else, but he understands what I want and what is appropriate. It is always good to work with a professional.

I returned home and rested a bit. My tummy was now quite unhappy. I could not get this to pass.

I did a long Zoom meeting at 3PM to finish my work day. I then rested until Leta called me. I had missed calling her as I was not feeling well. It was good to hear that her therapy is working. We also went over yet another form of insurance to pay Leta the small life insurance on Susie (one of those policies you buy for an infant). It was nice to see Leta feeling better and safe at her home in Lansing, Michigan.

After that, running a few minutes late, I headed to Nonna Emilia Ristorante for dinner with Dondrea and Z. My tummy was not better. We had a booth, and I wedged myself into it. It was at least warm.

I ordered Lambrusco wine, the worst wine ever–I love it. It is even sparkling. Dondrea, slightly scandalized by my awful choice, had a great Malbac. Z went for a peach Italian soda with cream. Dondrea and Z shared a Calazone (no olives) while I tried a stupidly huge Carbonara that I could only eat a bit of.

I managed a salad and one piece of garlic bread. While we did eat 1/2 or more, the boxes we took home belied that. Most of my pasta is in the frig.

I returned to a water-surrounded Volvo Cave as the storms were still hitting. Earlier, I saw that I had a small lake in the backyard, which the robins and starlings were washing in four or more at a time. They were splashing and eating the fermented apples from the old apple tree. It looked fun.

I am struggling with the discomfiture. Hopefully, all this will pass soon.

Thanks for reading!