I just ate a pretzel. Victory lap! Victory lap!
Things actually got worse before they got better. Last night I just gave up and got up every 20 minutes to change the drool towel around my chin. Very restful, as you can imagine.
Now, three days after I last ate a proper meal, I've managed a pretzel without my throat shrieking in regret. A little Chex Mix pretzel, but still a pretzel.
Only drinking enough to get the pills down and not eating at all for three days has not left me refreshed. So, I have a sub again for tomorrow, which will hopefully be enough time for the lymph nodes to settle down and for me to get some sleep uninterrupted by bracing to swallow or to miserably spit. Thank goodness I went crazy photocopying last week.
(None of this is very exciting.... unless you imagine that you're reading a diary from 1910! Makes everything better, no? Alas, most old diaries on eBay seem limited to weather reports and, like diaries today, lots of blank pages.)
(It's 40F here. Feels like 34. Should be plenty of snow on the mountain again tomorrow.)
98-year-old diaries being out of stock, let's settle for 18-year-old postcards of La Rochelle, where Jacques Cousteau's Calypso has been recently rotting.
To Ceri Smith, 22 Torridge Road, Keynsham, Bristol.
"Dear Ceri,
"Hope your tan is fading rapidly!!! We've been here 2 weeks now & so far Fran hasn't got on my nerves too much! (Ho! Ho!) This week we've been lazing around on the beach soaking up the sun & thinking of all of you in the rainy, cold old England. Anyway, Fran's moaning about me taking up all the room - see you at Martin's - lotsa love Helen X
"Well, it's a good job I've got such small writing isn't really with 'Knighty' taking up all the space. At the moment, I have a very sore bum as we've just been horse riding!! I managed to get the horse which thought about nothing but its stomach (now who does that remind me of!!) & as a consequence nearly threw me off a couple of times. Tomorrow we're off to find a campsite hopefully near the beach so that we can continue with our tanning! I just hope it doesn't all fade when we go up north to Brittany! Well au revoir for now. Look forward to seeing you soon. Love, Fran X"
(Rats, I threw up my pretzels. Solids? What was I thinking? How Fran and Helen would laugh!)
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