|Waffle Man and his radioactive forehead... What my |
gorgeous wife sees in him, I will never understand.
The only fly in the ointment today was my weight. I've dropped another four pounds since Monday morning. That's not good, and the docs are sure to give me hell for it. The thing is, I feel so great right now, I'm not really worried about it. I just keep eating as much as I can shove through the PEG tube. That's the only option right now. I can still swallow fluids with a tolerable amount of pain, but everything I drink is creamy and coats my throat. That triggers the choking that leads to gagging that leads to... well, you know.
|Bet you can't stay mad...|
I started reading Around the World in Eighty Days last night. Actually, Jim Dale was reading. I was listening. I've never done books on CD before, but this was a gift from a friend. Reading isn't always easy for me right now. I have trouble staying focused on the page and my hands are shaking a little bit from the muscle/nerve damage the surgery did, I think. Listening to a good story is a great solution and Jim Dale is a wonderful actor. We saw him many years ago at the old Roundabout Theatre on 17th street in a very silly English musical called Privates on Parade. It was about a bunch of guys in the army, but the title also referred to a shower scene featuring naked actors parading their privates around. It was no Barnum, but great fun nonetheless. And you don't pass up a chance to see one of the great Broadway musical performers, no matter what the material.
|Note the fake sideburns.|
Couldn't grow my own yet.