Tuesday, June 4, 2013

her fog and red blood cells

It has been over a month since I have posted something? Really? I blame my absence on my lack of red blood cells. And crippling depression. And alcoholism. And the fact that I have been on a voyage on the high seas with a crew of peg legs and parrots. The last sentence is as false as they come, but the rest of those sentences are, sadly, all truth. Truth or truth! Okay, truth. I am terrified and exhilarated by the changes that I am making. Eating actual food and not purging and letting my body reap the nutrients and gaining weight is wacky weird and not at all comfortable, but it is necessary. I am motivated today to make these changes. Will I be tomorrow? It's hard to say. I don't want to be a pessimist, but... But I know how things have gone in the past -- not well. I relapse and I relapse hard. How will this time be different? I need to make a conscious effort, a plan, and a support group. I already have a kickass support group. One day at a time, right? In the meantime, can anyone tell me what I should do with the oysters I hesitantly purchased today? Hey, they are damn high in iron, okay? And apparently they are an aphrodisiac. So should I eat the oysters naked or something?

It feels good to be back.

2 comments:

Patrick Weeks said...

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."

"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one

(Goo goo g'joob goo!)

Meg said...

Frightening. Oysters should always be eaten naked, and walrus's are definitely always naked.