Memories are like a box of chocolates, you never know what will pop into your mind and if you have amnesia like I have lived with since I was 14… Then you’ll get where I am coming from…

With brain trauma and memory loss… the oddest thing can trigger a memory and for me… It took the murder of 26 people in Sutherland Springs, Texas to trigger my past and that was November 5th 2017 when those people were murdered… Two days later, I was telling Homer about the lost memory of Big Springs, Texas… When I was 13 years old, circa 1967/68…

So why the lunch box… It didn’t trigger memories of Texas, instead, it took me straight to Okinawa, 17 years old and I still had a old fashion lunch box…

Freda made sure we had stuff for our lunches, we just had to make them and 75% of the time, I went hungry… but those times I made a lunch, it wasn’t much, but it was food…

So why the write???

Food!!! A product that has never really been my friend, in as much as being a foodie or lover of food… No for me, eating food always led to issues with the digestive system and those have been ongoing since the central spinal cord injury Freda gave me before I was 2 years old…

So food and I are not on good speaking terms and it is something I have had to over come, so that I don’t look like Olive Oil… Which I did drop to 115 pounds in 98…. Lots of stress back then…

It took me over 6 decades to figure out why I have issues with food and why I struggle to enjoy food…

I have extensive adhesions and they found those, back in 73, before I gave birth to my first child… and those adhesions have strangled my small bowel to the point I needed emergency surgery in 84…

It wasn’t unusuall for a house full of kids and I wasn’t able to eat my dinner, I always had a taker to finish that plate… (now that is relegated to the pup’s) because it still happens, my inability to swallow or a gerd spasm so severe I am in tears or the stomach slid up the hole and made it harder to put much in it…

These issues I have lived with my whole life… All because of a mentally ill christian mother and father… yea, man’s god, step a foot near me and you’ll find out I wear a size 7 1/2 narrow shoe…

So I schedule my day, so that I can eat before 11AM, but not any earlier than 9AM… or my stomach won’t like it and I really hate head over the throne type situation…

Just something I had to learn to adapt to, because of adults beating on a child… but keep in mind… my sister did get slapped once… oh an my brother got 70% from the VA for PTSD!?!?!?!?!

I remember…

yea, I am being snarky….

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