All you need to do is have your blood drawn. If you've had fried chicken, there'll be little rice-size chunks of fat just-a-swimmin' around your blood stream. Take a look in that vile of blood. There it is. Fat floating. Ready to cause you major heart failure. Ready to lodge into the back of our arms. Into our bellies.
It makes me think, "Wait, I thought that stuff stayed in the digestive tract, and nutrients are extracted along the way."
BIG FAT NUTRIENTS. Bits of hamburger. Bits of those oreos. Bits of fat ready to lodge themselves into our arteries.
I saw it this morning. Alison and I are going to change our diets. Right now.
As for her current health, she's been in fairly severe pain since last Wednesday. The blood test showed she needs blood; we'll get some tomorrow. She's also mid-stride in another chemotherapy session.
We're hanging in there. Hanging in there with strawberries and blackberries. With lettuce and carrots. We're not going back for a big bucket of extra-crispy KFC for a long time. Though it's so good. So, so good.
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