The week after surgery, I couldn't taste a doggone thing. Sal and I went to a Mexican place, and although I knew what I was eating was good, I couldn't differentiate the chips, the salsa or the chicken taco salad from a bunch of sticks and leaves if my life depended on it. I can't wait to taste my Starbucks. I have up to this time been feeling too bad to enjoy it much, but hopefully, this week I will be able to enjoy a little R and R and maybe ride my new horse Stormy. But, I will have to tell you about that another time.
Time is up.
I gotta go. But before I go, I ask you to please keep me in your prayers. All for now. I will write again soon.