My alliteration may be stellar as always, but dinner was not.
I sat down and did the damn thing again. I’m not sure how I did, considering the massive amount of food that was on my plate. My meal plan seems to be increasing left right and center… A veggie burger with a massive bun, bland rice, canned peaches, strawberries, a ton of Lactaid, a huge pile of carrot sticks, and some vanilla ice cream to top it all off. No normal person consumes this much. And I may not be normal in many ways, but this is fucking ridiculous. Pardon my language.
I don’t know how much more of this I can take, especially not with this other patient on the floor triggering me every time she opens her mouth or moves at all.