Well, tonight will be the first DJ gig since my pancreas tried to kill me, which should be fun since now I’m all skinny and shit. Plus, I’ve got cute hair.
The part that’s going to suck is that I can’t eat ANY of my favorite party-type nibbly things. Cheese cubes? NO. Crudite platter? That’s healthy, right? NO. No vegetables for you, Hoody. (How can VEGETABLES be bad for me???) I’ll just have to eat a bunch of my tasty homemade soup and cottage cheese before we go…
I’m also having my first appointment since “the incident” with my head doctor today… I had to cancel the last one because I was, well, in the hospital. That’ll certainly convince her there really IS something wrong with me!
The most unfair thing in the world is that Brie has a really long shelf life. I still have Brie in my fridge that I bought pre-pancreas (PP) AND IT HASN’T GONE BAD YET. This is WRONG. On many, many levels. If the expiration date doesn’t get here soon, I’mown eat it.