My dog hates me. OK, maybe she doesn’t actively hate me.
Probably more passive-aggressively tolerant. Probably just passive. No growling
or barring teeth. It’s just that I can’t feed her or take her outside or pet
her or talk to her. Basically, anything I did before my stroke. I lived with
her, then I didn’t. Confusing, I know. I have come to understand that dogs can
be uncomfortable a lot like people. Chris also reminded me that Piper hasn’t ever
been very affectionate. True. But if I smelled more like beef or cheese…
Speaking of food, I have primarily “eaten” corn for more than two years now. The formula
that gets poured down my feeding tube four times per day is corn. I don’t have
a problem with a little corn, but four times per day? For years? I think it’s a
bad idea.
The alternative? A lot of blending. A lot. All under the supervision of my
doctor and a dietician. There will be bloodwork. I want it to work. I really
want it work. It can’t not work. Double negative? Pish posh. It is my blog,
after all. And surely we can’t mess up the food thing.
1 comment:
I for one am really glad you don't smell like beef or cheese. Peanut butter maybe....
And I don't think Piper hates you. Misses the things you used to do for her I imagine. But she is probably sad and confused. Much like all of us that love you, and you too.
I didn't know that you have been eating corn all this time. I wouldn't think that would be very good for your digestive tract but since it's liquefied that changes things. Some variety would be nice I bet. It's always good to connect with you through this blog. Keep 'em coming sweetheart!
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