This may be my last post.
Ok, probably not, but there’s a chance that I might not write tomorrow.
I came home from an AA meeting to find Mrs. Moppy curled up in bed and feeling a bit under the weather. Hungry, I offered to make the best late-night snack ever: breakfast.
Knowing I would get food envy I joined her in some eggs, sausages, toast and potato waffles (which are an amazing invention that I wish I had discovered earlier in life, though I’d probably be a lot fatter now if I did).
It may have occured to me at some point that the sausages had been in the fridge for awhile, but that didn’t register. I bit into one and thought “Huh, that tastes strange.”
AND THEN I KEPT EATING.
As it turns out that funny taste is probably due to the fact that the sausages are three days past their “use by” date. Mrs. Moppy was smart enough to stop after the first bite. Me? I just chalked it up to the fact that I friend them using a bit of rapeseed oil, which I never do.
You would think the connection between my initial thought of “I think those sausages have been there awhile” and the follow-up “this sausage tastes funny” would be obvious. You would hope it would be obvious.
Somehow, that vital connection was not made.
Right now, all I hope is that because they were those cheap sausages that are more filler than meat I will be spared having to decide which end of my body I need to stick in the toilet.
Worst of all, the speaker at tonight’s AA meeting was talking about how – several months (years? I was at the back and couldn’t hear) – the variety of apples to choose from at the supermarket caused her to panic. Literally panic.
That is a vast improvement over nearly killing myself by eating rotten meat (though I suppose that’s still a possibility) but when does it all end? When does Early Recovery Brain resign from its position of power over my head and logic regain control?
Oh God. I just had a horrifying thought: What is this has nothing to do with recovery whatsoever, and I am just naturally an idiot?!
Please tell me this is temporary. Better yet, share your early recovery mishaps in the comments below.