Written from the "H" place. You may be thinking of a certain four-letter word; I was meaning the hospital. The two words are interchangeable. I have been very ill with another flare-up of pancreatitis. I hope I am done throwing up. I can my nausea is doing a little better because I keep thinking about wonderful food. Mostly things I won't ever be able to eat, but also a few things which I just cannot eat when my pancreas is especially angry.
Here are a few dreams:
naval orange slices
golden delicious apple slices with peanut butter
a nice green salad
chicken velvet soup
I better stop before this gets out of hand.