I wish I could say that I feel wonderful but I would be lying. I still have that awful feeling when I eat that everything is about to return using the same route that I just used to input it. Tums isn't helping much. It does seem to subside after a couple of hours of terror while I wait. Meals are small in comparison to normal.
Last night we had dinner with our cousin's at the Jenkins Living Center here in Watertown, where my soon to be 95 year old cousin Vi resides. The family visited and we had a nice dinner. We got a lot of catching up but we missed one whole day with my illness. All of these folks, except Vi, work and were very tired. Here in the Midwest folks toil hard for what some would consider meager wages. But they have family and they make it work. One thing is painfully obvious, despite differences, family is first and foremost to the extent that a lot of local business do not remain open late nor will you find many of them open on Sunday. Kind of surprising to one who is used to working in a profit driven society.
We are off to Omaha this morning. A fairly short drive for us. We are looking forward to visiting with my cousin Dorothy sometime late this week in Falcon, Missouri.
Hope all is well.