Throughout this medical journey I am on, there have been a lot of firsts. I don’t know how many times I have been asked about my medical condition (none), medications (none), surgeries (none), allergies (none), and implanted metals (none). I not only know all the answers, I have almost all the questions memorized, too. When I am doing a test and I'm asked if I’m okay with some sort of injection 'for contrast' or whatever, I shrug and say, “I dunno. I guess so.” I’ve lived a sheltered life, but I’m getting medical-wise.
A few days ago Christina wanted to do something special for me and decided to make apple dumplings because she knows I love them! There was a tiny Rubbermaid container on the counter that she assumed contained a mixture of sugar and cinnamon from the last time she made pies. She sniffed it and said it smelled “citrus-y”. “What do you think? Do you think it's all right to use?” she asked. I countered, “Could it be something else, like Metamucil?” I asked. She put it into a glass of water, and sure enough; it was.
I am really glad the treat didn’t get ruined, but the thought did cross my mind that it might have been the most pleasing way I have received medicine in the last two months. Besides, it would have cleaned me out. I would have been spared the fleet kit or enema or whatever else I might have to do.
By the way, the apple dumplings were really good.
I do not like it in a pie,
I do not like it in my eye.
I do not like it in the snow,
I do not like it! No, no, no!!