When the boys are in charge

Meals are mostly meat feasts. For them at least. That sandwich consists of a quarter pound burger, bacon, sausage, cheese and tomato sauce. Epic.

Me, I am on tea, toast and soup as I have little desire to eat.

The cold has reappeared with voracity. It hurts to cough or sneeze or blow my nose which is a bit inconvenient. Not busting those stitches though.

I have learned I am not a good patient. I am grumpy and do not like not being in charge. It's most frustrating! Does not bode well for the next op, as that is going to render me even more useless.

However, positive mental attitude still lurking...at least I know I am on the way to being better.