Hunger.

I have spent the last four days stuck in bed, not because I am sick, but because I am weak. I miscalculated what my stomach could handle and made an incredibly delicious homemade mac-and-cheese Thursday night... with a flour, butter, paprika, chicken stock, and milk base, add in some cheese to melt and top it off with a dab of Dijon mustard, oh, it was good.

Good tasting, anyway.

My stomach and my taste buds disagree on the definition of "good". So, after a rendezvous with an IV bag in the Urgent Care center last Friday (after many rendezvous's with a barf bag), I have been pretty much bed/couch bound as I have only been allowed to eat clear liquids for a few days. Today, however, I had a banana, a piece of toast, and a small bowl of rice. I am moving on up. Although my body gets tired quickly, my brain is alive and well, so I have been writing (in spurts, between sleeping, and watching TV shows online).

Guess what I wrote about today? Making delicious food while in Ebeye. It is what flowed from my fingertips to the screen. I bet you can see what is on my mind right now. I cannot wait to eat. But no more mac-and-cheese, please no!