Saturday, May 2, 2015

Chapter 15, Page 13 Waiting Room

That chair is starting to look delicious.

I've never done any kind of fasting well. Doesn't matter if it's medical or spiritual, I go more than two or three hours without eating and my body starts complaining. Which is probably why I have such a ridiculously hard time losing weight. (That, and I'm a little lackadaisical about the whole thing. Now that I'm having trouble fitting into most of my pants I may, possibly, actually put in an effort.)

I'm not sure if Dad realizes how close I was to gnawing on his arm (or the arm of my chair) while waiting for surgery.

8 comments:

Brian Gill said...

:D

Journo-SEAL said...

@Brigid: I hope for her sake there wasn't a copy of a foodie magazine lying around. Or a bowl of plastic fruit.

Brigid said...

@Journo: Neither, though I think there were some ads for food in a magazine. Mostly I just remember wondering what the furniture tasted like.

Journo-SEAL said...

@Brigid: Mary McAllister, you get that armrest out of your mouth!

Brigid said...

@Journo: Needs more salt, anyway.

FloridaMatt said...

Just wondering if Mary Quite Contrary will ever return...

Brigid said...

FloridaMatt: It will, just having some computer issues. (Along with a few real life responsibilities.)

Journo-SEAL said...

@Brigid: Happy Birthday, BTW!