Day Seven

As most of you know, I am planning gastric bypass surgery in hopes of resolving my Type 2 Diabetes.

Today is Day 7 of the pre-op liquid diet. It is supplemented by cream soups and hot cereals.

This morning I awoke with my right arm stuck between my teeth.

I hadn’t drawn blood yet. Lucky me.

I stumbled into the kitchen and made coffee. Oh, that too sweet coffee  is liquid and Coffeemate makes an approved additive.

I whimpered over that first cup for a few minutes.

It could have been an internal, stomach(?),  whimpering.

I flipped on the TV and Morning Joe.

Morning Joe.

And what is the first thing to besiege my eyes? Could it be? Say it isn’t so. A commercial? An On The Border, unlimited enchilada commercial? Really? Now? After having tried to consume my own arm?

Oh what torture is this?

It was a train wreck. I couldn’t look away. Eyes glazed, torpor befell me and I stood.

I cannot say how I came to be in front of the tv.

Nor, can I say how it came to pass that, hands planted on the mantel, I regained my senses and found myself licking the screen.

I may have to go back to sleep. Finish the arm.