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Ok, so it's late, we're tired. We're hungry. I've looooong since learned my lesson about orderin a salad from a fast food place late late at night. Trust me. Just don't do it. So I figured on a breakfast sandwich & a couple of their tacos. Normally this is just fine. Now again, I never expect the tacos to look like that picture there on the right. Yes, they are usually kinda greasy & the filling a bit of an unrecognizeable mesh of some sort of meatish paste with lettuce, cheese & some taco sauce. And I've totally been fine with that. Until I got these babies home. OH. MY. GAWD. I mean, I've had greasy JIB tacos, but wow.
I was nervous before even takin them out of the wrapper. So we took em out & this is how they looked.
So, just had the breakfast sandwich. Tossed the tacos, cause I was CERTAIN that if I ate this, I would DEF "toss my tacos" if ya know what I mean.
Ok, abrupt subject change. For those of you wonderin, where the hell is all the cancer convo? What's with all this food chat & political ranting? Well, I'm right smack in the middle of my Oncology appointments, so there's not much doin in the cancer biz these days. Oh, except for the everlasting paranoia. I like to call it "The Fear". It's that thing that now lives in the back of my mind & scares the ever livin shit outta me every time I have the slightest ache or pain. And GOD FORBID I ever get a headache. I woke up with one such pain this past Monday. My right hip was totally hurtin. Like throbbin, ache, fuckin shit this hurts kinda pain. And my mind is off to the races, thinkin the unthinkable. But then an NSAID took the pain away, I slept differently in the bed that night, & I'm all good as new again. Thankfully. But then, that's the fucked up nature of bc isn't it? There really is no Remission. So I'm still learnin to live with the New Normal. How am I doin that? Well, that's another post, cominatcha Very soon.