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2:24am May 9, 2014

So I wake up in the middle of the night…

…with a sore throat, and one leg that’s completely sore from the position I had it in where it didn’t move all night.

Going to be a long day.

Wearing a mask so that I hopefully won’t get any support staff sick.  I take that really seriously, because I can’t be the only person where getting sick could be a big deal depending on the illness.

I’m glad that I ran through all of my caramels in one day.  That way I won’t be tempted to eat them and make myself sick in other ways. 

(When I have to fast, this thing happens… I get hungry for the only time, ever.  But since tube-feeding is so slow, at least j-tube feeding is super slow, the time from when I start the tube feeding to when I stop feeling ravenously hungry, is a long and grueling time.  So I eat chewy candies, because the sugar from candy goes into your bloodstream fast.  And then I drain it from my stomach so I won’t aspirate from all the extra bile and remnants of the candies.)

Which is why I buy candy with an EBT card, btw.  Candy and coke, because coke is how you unclog a feeding tube.  I’m sure people who see my staff buying this stuff think about “those horrible people on welfare who buy candy with their food stamp money when we should be spending it on something "nutritious”“.  Except that I can’t eat anything "nutritious”, and I do need food products that aren’t considered “nutritious”.  Not that it should be any of their damn business why, but it pisses me off that people judge in the first place.