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Which means I’m home. I’m home after a not so brief detour to Saizeria, a chain Italian place I’ve been going to for 20 years now. I love it because they sell their pasta cheap enough I can order two plates o them, a peperoncino deal and a standard meat sauce, combine them and get a tasty dish. I didn’t know how much I would eat, only that I wanted to. Eat and eat and... I figured I’d muddle my way through since the individual portions aren’t that much as befits the price. 

Apparently Saizeria has upgraded their portion sizes. I ate and I ate and didn’t make a dent in the mound. I covered it, like at the hospital with another plate while I leaned back in my booth for a rest--well along the booth with my back to the wall, and listened to what the Gurgle Community had to say. Basically that meant I waited for the belches to come and started back in on the pasta each time. This is what I’ve been waiting for. Pasta. Put it in the top three reasons why I wanted to get out of the hospital. I couldn't stop eating, God, it was so good. I plugged my gob with it and chopsticked up some more. And next week we plan to go to a place that serves fresh pasta if I can avoid the nyuin tentacles of the hospital on Friday (nyuin means to be admitted as a patient opposite of tai-in, which I talked about before, which I did today). We ended up staying there a long time while I rested my stomach and my wife got colder and colder directly under the air conditioner.

Yeah, I didn’t notice this until what, the last ten minutes? Oh my God, this must be terrible for you. Wonderful attentive husband I am. Well, to my pasta. Of course I only got there because of her, and all the bags she carried, every last damn thing I had with me in the hospital. And the car. And the money. 

I am still recovering. I am good for walking some distances and I can ride the exercise bike for ten minutes. Go too much further and I’m in danger of crashing. At least that’s what I tell myself. I haven’t moved from my wonderful reclining chair once I fell into it. Yeah, completely different than last time. And right now my wife is outside in the front pulling weeds. I can’t fathom the debt I owe to her.