Afternoon,
Guys…
So, random
question: who has a trach?
I told you,
random question. Anyhoo, hands?
Last night,
I ordered us Café Unique, a new Venezuelan restaurant, from Texas To Go for
dinner. We got an order of fried arepas with
black beans and cheese and tostones.
They were running late, so we were still eating when Ashley came to help
in bed. I’d already eaten some of the
tostones and was waiting for Joey to eat what she was going to eat of the
arepas.
It was 8:30,
and Joey likes to start heading to do her thing by 9, so I jetted to cath and
do my thing while she saved my bit for after.
I got done, and Ashley me brought the leftovers, which were yummy. We decided the place was a do-over just on
the tostones. However, it’s inevitable
that I’m going to drop something eating in bed, which, of course, I did…one
lone black bean beside me, just where I couldn’t reach it.
When Joey was
ready to get in bed, I have to lie down.
That’s when I felt the bean on my hip…AND, I could reach it. I got it and went to maneuver it to my mouth
when it rolled INTO MY TRACH SCAR AND WOULDN’T MOVE. Long story short, I asked Joey if she could
get it. When she saw, she rolled, and we
had to get her chick to get the bean out of my neck.
Moral, of
the story and Joey tells me this all the time, but for a different reason…don’t
eat while lying on your back, something might fall in your trach scar.
Be good to
each other.
-J-
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