I just had some serious dental stuff done on Friday. I got home Friday at around 2PM. Ate some pills and went to bed. I had to catch a bus to Portland Sunday morning at 7AM. All I really did between those two events was have 8 32oz bottles of Fruit Punch Powerade next to my bed.
Drink some, eat pills, pee in my empties. sleeeep.
I didn’t eat for about three days.
Here is the funny part. So my sister picks me up at the train station so we can check out the house she is buying. I feel like complete shit since I haven’t eaten for three days. It is a miracle I was able to walk the two miles to the train station. So I get to Portland and I was thinking a soft taco from taco bell would be soft on the mouth. Soft taco acquired!. Oh fuck, they put tomatoes on it. So I had to go back in and have it redone.
So a few bites in of the one without tomatoes I look down and see a bunch of red on the tortilla. For a second I thought stray tomato. Nope.. It was blood.
My sister, the legend that she is ran to safeway to get stuff to make make maniccoti. Manicotti is pretty perfect when you need a soft food that you can swallow and has some calories.