Tonight I'm remembering a tumultuous evening years past ....
when mother discovered the wadded-up, empty "candy" wrappers my best pal and I'd forgotten to destroy:
Most details escape me. Most, that is, except mother's face as she hung up the telephone; her words: "Doctor said to start you drinking raw eggs. Right now." Aaaaargh!!!!
Fast-forward another decade, when I accidentally-on-purpose OD'd on Cherry Milkshakes. (45 years later that word, "cherry", still makes me shudder!)
So, why is my crazy consciousness going there?
It's a lovely evening in the desert. I'm wearing my comfy "glad-rags" ... there's a pretty wine glass beside me. UNFORTUNATELY, the glass contains
Cherry-flavored, no less.
Until a few months ago, I was known as the gal with a cast-iron stomach. Then ... finally, I scared myself silly while checking symptoms online. (Ya, I'm dumb that way.)
Amazed. I'm totally puzzled how intelligent men (and women) ... who put other men on the moon, can't develop something less VILE than TryLyte.
While I'm not so worried about tomorrow (right now, that is) .... I'd certainly appreciate your prayers and/or good wishes.
I was supposed to be "Little Red Riding Hood" --
Almost makes you feel sad for the big-bad wolf!