For an old IV pro like me, the test was no big deal. You get the tracer; you
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The bed moves. I know this now. |
And then you wait. For results that may not be conclusive. I am
And Monday? I get a bone-density scan. So we can all know just how much I am falling apart. Or to see if the Boniva is working. One or the other.
Meanwhile, tomorrow I host Bunco. Yes, I said that. And more shamefully yet, there's a theme...Hawaiian Luau. Which means I am up late making pineapple-upside-down cupcakes and char siu. But this party did give me the opportunity to make yet another amazing scientific discovery. I learned that drumettes are not the curiously small legs of misshapen chickens. As it turns out, they're part of the wing. I know this because I am also making teriyaki drumettes. When I asked the butcher if Safeway sold them, he said the bags of wings were 50/50 wings and drumettes. Because, as I said, apparently a drumette is the first (or second?) part of the wing. I admit that is some smart marketing, but the upshot is that I probably will never eat another one. Well, after tomorrow.
And finally, in other bone and chicken related news, KFC is now serving boneless chicken. The Millennial Generation apparently prefers nugget-type food items. I never eat there, so this is not a big issue for me. But I really do prefer--and yes, it's irrational--when my meat doesn't look like the animal it once was. Not my daughter, however. When her 29-cent goldfish died, she looked at me and asked, "So do we eat it now?"
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Mmmmm! |
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