‘Twas the last night of break, thank goodness for that
It’s the second year in a row where my plans went splat.
Lucky for me, my dentist is nice
he saw me Wednesday morning and gave me drugs and advice.
The previous work was infected and sore
Antibiotics and Vicodin should help as he sent me out the door.
I have never been on pain meds this strong
I’ve never taken serious drugs or required a bong.
I was home by ten and tried to do some work
the vicodin worked quickly and my duties I did shirk.
Instead of working I started watching this show,
Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, if you must know.
I watched all seven available episodes that day
and decided to get a haircut and start the fake boob fund straightaway.
Later that night I picked up Indian and ice cream
Vicodin making the whole thing feel like a dream.
Thanksgiving morning traditions are cherished
throwbacks to my old married days haven’t perished.
I watched the parade, as per usual,
and addressed all the Christmas Cards in handwriting that is beautiful.
I had already decided to postpone all the Thanksgiving food,
I couldn’t chew things so that put me out of the cooking mood.
I ate some pudding and leftover Indian,
more importantly put up decorations in efforts that can only be called Olympian.
I was super busy and spry that day
making trips to the basement and back without delay.
I got the new artificial tree up and lights outside,
it’s a first for that and I kept going to look at them filled with pride.
I found myself talking to myself quite a bit,
I’m blaming everything on the drugs, deal with it.
Friday was the opposite, I was quite a slouch
watching allllll the Hallmark movies from the safety of my couch.
The movies are a bit dreadful and I find myself yelling
“There’s no such thing as Christmas soulmates!” and from all the nonsense rebelling.
That doesn’t stop me from watching one after another
Danica McKeller is lovely, but Candace Cameron’s acting? Oh Brother!
While couch bound I visit every page on the internet,
all my browsing leads me to a “creative black tie” event.
It was easy to convince Jenn and Shawn that we should attend,
now to find a date for the event during January’s last weekend.
I’ve run out of movies and websites to browse,
Cabin fever lives here in this house!
Rex comes to the rescue and asks me to meet
I have a reason to get ready and leave my street!
We get Mexican, my all time fave
unfortunately I’m reminded of pain in my jaw, wave after wave.
I head home early and devise a new plan
Tomorrow I go in search of a liquid only diet regimen.
Saturday morning I head to Whole Foods
finding a selection of liquid nutrition for all of my moods.
I took this picture to show off the juice which is pressure processed
and strategically hide the swelling on the left.
I get four of them down throughout the day
and while I love beets in food form, in a drink they’re only okay.
By Saturday evening I again had cabin fever,
off to the movies to see Trumbo – he was a communist believer!
I had the battiest foursome sit behind me
they couldn’t tell Mirren from Bacall – blimey!
The movie was good, the story was great
much like Imitation Game last year I just need a history lesson or eight.
I fall asleep to the warm glow of the tree,
one furry cat keeping me warm sleeping behind my knee.
Sunday morning I must get busy again
There is decorating to finish and attempts at cooking, albeit in vain.
I started my Sunday by wrapping presents
what did I have and for who, these are questions that are relevant!
I wrapped them all and made note in a Christmas list app,
what else is there to shop for and then to wrap?
Me being me, I wanted to cook
I had bought ingredients for festive food and bookmarked recipes in a book.
I thought I’d give homemade cinnamon rolls a go
I wanted to try working with a yeast dough.
They didn’t come out well, you’ll have to trust me
because even my photo card is acting funny.
They looked pretty but only tasted fine,
the dough was tough, them not rising should have been my sign.
It was an experiment, oh well
it’s probably for the best that they weren’t that swell.
Sunday afternoon was getting closer and I had to decide
would I cook all the food I bought for Thanksgiving sides?
Even if I can’t eat it, I need to prepare the food
fresh ingredients expire and throwing it out is no good.
To work I get, for almost two hours I slave
making my traditional feast, all my efforts I gave.
It’s what I make every year,
with one exception – white potatoes are here!
I only pull out my ricer once in a blue moon,
but my brother in law once complimented my mashed potatoes and for compliments I swoon.
I made stuffing and sweet potatoes with marshmallow topping,
stuffing with apples and onion, but no gravy for sopping.
Sadly, my stomach has shrunk from days with little to eat,
after 2 bites of each dish I was full, barely tasting any turkey meat.
And now here I sit, the long weekend coming to an end,
the holiday memories being vicodin and Crazy Ex Girlfriend.
I have no complaints, just stories to tell
December is nearly here and I have Happy Holidays on which to dwell!