I finally got home. Sigh of relief. The 99 Restaurant screwed up Jen’s order and my side of mashed potatoes had something sweet mixed into it. I stopped eating it after two bites out of fear of dumping syndrome. Good move on my part. I would have rather eaten some mashed potatoes though, and I further would rather have Jen had her order correct.
For the first time since my surgery, I ate take out tonight. It was just a couple of small chunks of grilled chicken and a couple of small scoops of baked potato, but it came from a restaurant and did not make me sick.
Victory is mine!
We ordered Chinese food for dinner tonight. We ordered two chicken dishes. Orange chicken and something else I can’t spell or pronounce.
We… well… we can’t tell them apart. One had something that looked like it might have been a piece of orange so… maybe?
It was really good though.
Now we are dipping our entertainment toes into the Sopranos. Thanks to Google I finally know what Jefferson Airplane song is playing in Christopher’s car.
Life is good. So is chicken.
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