Other Patti and I just had dinner at Friday’s, and I am stuffed. This stuffed feeling is quite different from before, since my stomach is now tubular in shape, and sitting between my lungs. If the food can’t all fit in the tummy, which happens since the capacity is less, it mounts up the esophagus a bit. Yuck. Nevermind.
So I am a happy Friday’s diner, but I also feel a bit like a human sausage. But here’s the important bit: I did something normal! We went to a real restaurant, and I ordered from the menu, and ate the food with no problem. It’s been ages since I did a normal thing, and it feels wonderful.
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