Seriously?

From time to time I am sure that some cosmic entity is just having a big joke at my expense.  Maybe it's Karma coming around to kick me in the ass, or maybe I'm now just fodder for someone's sick sense of humor.  Either way, if the joke is on me, I've been shown three more examples of it recently.

The last time we went to Dr. Roser's office, his head intern took a look into my mouth and commented that it's healing really well, and I have hair growing in there.  For a while I thought what I was feeling with my tongue were the remnants of stitches that had not fallen out yet.  Nope--the skin taken from my arm (now in my mouth) is producing a nice blanket of hair follicles.  To add more insult to this, the patch of skin that is now under my chin is from the arm area that did not have hair on it--so if I wanted to grow a beard to cover up my external stitches, that can't happen.

Seriously?

Two days ago Terry and I started my evening tube feeding, only to discover that my PEG tube was clogged, so I could not take in any water or liquid chicken.  We tried all evening to get it unclogged, but no luck.  So, yesterday we had to go into the clinic to have a nurse clear the tube, which took all of about 1 minute once she started.  I had not "eaten" in 24 hours by the time we got home to do a feeding with the cleared tube.

So, the cosmic entity that has fated me to the PEG tube for several months had to have one more joke on me to clog the thing so I could not even take in my daily doses of liquid chicken.

Seriously?

We've also discovered another "gift" from the PEG tube feedings.  Seems that my palate can pick up the little bit of aroma the liquid chicken has, causing me to salivate heavily like one of Pavlov's dogs as the food enters the tube. So, as the food goes in, the drool comes out.  I'm salivating now just thinking about it.

Seriously?

mike