As I mentioned before...

I’m taking an assload of meds every morning and evening. It occurred to me yesterday, they should all taste AND be shaped like Flintstone chewables.

Also,  one of these giant suckers ought to restore my leg strength – my ability to walk unassisted. This having-to-stay-in-bed-unless-Jen-or-Ten-is-there-to-assist is getting old. OK, it GOT old a while ago. You know I’m wild about the both of them BUT, fer fuck’s sake, I can’t peruse the bookshelves, pick out my own damn clothes or, even, turn up the AC on my own. I’m tired of this. It’s why, when I’m not reading or writing this here blog, I’m in constant rehab exercise mode. I WILL walk again BUT a magic pill NOW would be nice.

Babka

 How delicious is it?

1. Meh
2. Very
3. Insanely
4. Oh my fucking Bast, I’m in heaven now – right? RIGHT?!

A dear friend, knowing that I’ve been going through an extra special brand of hell this year just sent me two brill treats. Chocolate AND cinnamon babka from Zabar’s (on the corner of Broadway and 80th on the Upper West Side). Maybe THE greatest deli EVAH!

What is babka?

This Jewish treat is a hybrid of sweet roll, swirl bread, and coffee cake. It's a sweet yeast dough that you roll out, fill, and roll up like a jelly roll, then cut, twist, and bake in a loaf pan.(source)

I haven’t been to Zabar’s since I had friends who lived around the corner from there. I wanted to see them…sure! I also wanted to hit Shakespeare & Co (a cool bookstore), galleries with the latest interesting art, The Whitney (my fave museum) AND, of course, Zabar’s.

One thing I can do here in bed is read but I need books. I’ve reread everything I have. Today I’m gonna hit the online used bookstores. I’ll put a dent in the ol’ credit cahd.

I've tried to doodleas well but, one thing I’ve noticed since my year and a half surgery marathon began, I have less eye/hand coordination than before. Joy. I’ll need to work on that. I’ll talk to the PTs today and see if doodling and painting can be regained as well.