|Made soup yesterday:|
various beans, kale, portabello, zucchini, corn
I skipped the pilates today though and stayed in bed watching a movie, Walking Tall, recommended in a nonfiction book I am reading. I must agree with the incarcerated ladies in my book, that Wayne Johnson, who hails from Hayward, is super fine. It was a good movie. My barometer for that is based on whether, or how many times, during the movie, I think, That's dumb! or That doesn't work, or What a shitty actor. It's pretty much a violent vigilante movie about a guy who always does the right thing...and very well done! (Apparently the ladies in the West Virginia prison didn't care for Lost in Translation.)
The Kaiser support group was good, some sad stuff. Terry and John weren't there so not as many regulars. One lady doesn't have a stomach. (I almost said, Wow, free gastric bypass surgery but decided against it.) A new guy with slurred speech from a tumor on his tongue told us about trying to walk to the bathroom and passing out in his apartment...I like going to that group. Two women - including one with a tracheotomy - had been clear of cancer for six years, and yet they attend this group every time I've been there.
Two more days.
My digestion feels like it has completely shut down, and I don't want to do anything, though I know I need to and that following the impulse makes me feel worse. I must go for a walk before I talk to Kathy...