This one is going to be super, extra fast because I am typing this on my phone from a "couch/bed" in my daughter's hospital room. Food-wise, I've been scrounging it for the past two days. Yesterday, after our very first ER visit (what a milestone, right?), I realized I had not eaten in over 8 hours. That's A LOT for me. (I work out a lot, so I usually end up eating every 3 to 4 hours). I was literally about to fall over from a super fun combination of hypoglycemia and stress, when my sister presented me with the Best Sandwich Ever. EVER. It was so good - turkey and mustard with all the fixings, plus jalapeño kettle chips. Yum. My husband brought me a burrito for dinner that was probably the size of my head. Again: awesomely tasty.
Today's been slightly less yummy and as weird of an eating schedule: I grabbed a latte and pumpkin bread from the hospital cafe mid-morning, then, mid-afternoon, I had a Clif Bar, beef jerky and a Coke Zero. Yeah, that's right...be jealous. Be very jealous - not of the food, but of my apparently cast iron stomach.
So, by the time I made it back across town to our house for a shower and some time with my littlest munchkin, I was craving anything real and especially anything green. I made myself, my son and my mom (who was keeping my son this afternoon) BBQ chicken sandwiches with a salad of romaine hearts and cherry tomatoes. Good gracious, it tasted good and fresh. I'm kind of living for tomorrow, when I hope we get to go home for good, mainly because my breakfast is already in my purse, awaiting consumption: a Clif Bar sans beef jerky. Breakfast of Champions!
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