Broth, separate, heated with chicken and noodles and scallion and some beansprouts. Plus everything left in the take-out trays.
All of the mint stems were saved with smaller leaves. They are rooting.
Finally, the package of beansprouts, mint, chile pepper, and lime.
This concludes the dinner order from Tony Pho Vietnamese restaurant. That was Friday evening. This is Monday noon. All four packages are used up exactly for five meals.
👺How'd the poop go?
🙍♂️Ew, you're the worst.
I responded to reliable poop-signals and I was faked out five times. Goes like this:
Ping. Stand up, race to the bathroom, pull down pants, sit on toilet, nothing happens. Psych! Pull up pants. Resume.
Ping. Stand up, race to the bathroom, pull down pants, sit on toilet, nothing happens. Psych! Pull up pants. Resume.
Ping. Stand up, race to the bathroom, pull down pants, sit on toilet, nothing happens. Psych! Pull up pants. Resume.
Ping. Stand up, race to the bathroom, pull down pants, sit on toilet, nothing happens. Psych! Pull up pants. Resume.
Ping. Stand up, race to the bathroom, pull down pants, sit on toilet, nothing happens. Psych! Pull up pants. Resume.
See? The penalty for not standing up and racing to ping is too severe so I do it. That's why I allow myself to be faked so many times in a row. The next one really could be it.
And I am eating quit a lot. The signals come at the moment I put the first forkful into my mouth. I take one bite, ping, and go through that. Total fake out. And I am thinking, come on, am I constipated now, or what? I feel fine.
Now finally that same thing happened again just now with this bowl. First bite, chopsticks with noodles and beansprouts munch munch munch ping I stand up race to the bathroom pull down my pants sit on the toilet and poop.
One little poop. Not even an emergency poop.
Like one little deer poop.
I didn't even feel it.
Wipe clean.
That was it.
What happened?
I don't know.
Maybe I'm healed. It could happen.
I try visualizing what happens inside but nothing makes sense. The juice behaved as a cleanse. But it shouldn't have. I was emptied. Completely. Then refilled. Over three days!
I understand there are quite a lot of tubes inside you but I had no idea it would take this long to empty and this much and this long to fill up. From what I can see my body is really using this Tony Pho fuel. I am not even done with this bowl of soup and I am already thinking about my next meal.
I have a telephone appointment with kidney specialist tomorrow at this time. I want to cop out from the biopsy and treatment. My sibs suggest I stick with it. My regular doctor agrees with me. He wouldn't biopsy for chance of mere 10% improvement either. The specialist has the lab results from last week. I'll see what he says. I sense the specialist would rather not have me as patient.
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