hurts so good
Yesterday, I went over to my friend Cliff's for supper. Cliff and I have a big-sister/little-brother kind of relationship. He has traumatic brain injury and used to be a client of mine.
He made supper -- barbequed beef and mashed potatoes with bacon. Note to self: next time you go over to supper with Cliff, bring a salad or something. The mashed potatoes with bacon where incredible, if you're into that kind of thing. Real bacon with a touch of maple syrup chopped and mashed with the potatoes -- smokey, sweet, salty potato goodness.
We played a game of rummy 500, talked about a therapist that I'd found for him, I trimmed his toenails and we hugged goodbye. Nice night.
Around 2am, I woke from a surge of GERD coming up into my lower sinuses and ear canals. Mother. Of. God. Much coughing, spitting, blowing of nose and gargling of water with baking soda followed. Eventually, I got back to sleep.
But, damn, those potatoes were good.
He made supper -- barbequed beef and mashed potatoes with bacon. Note to self: next time you go over to supper with Cliff, bring a salad or something. The mashed potatoes with bacon where incredible, if you're into that kind of thing. Real bacon with a touch of maple syrup chopped and mashed with the potatoes -- smokey, sweet, salty potato goodness.
We played a game of rummy 500, talked about a therapist that I'd found for him, I trimmed his toenails and we hugged goodbye. Nice night.
Around 2am, I woke from a surge of GERD coming up into my lower sinuses and ear canals. Mother. Of. God. Much coughing, spitting, blowing of nose and gargling of water with baking soda followed. Eventually, I got back to sleep.
But, damn, those potatoes were good.