Thanks for indulging me in my current interest in past TIE O’ THE DAY offerings as they pop up on FB. I’m amused by these posts from soon after my first pancreas surgery, in 2018. I do not remember these posts at all, so it’s like finding out new tidbits about myself. What I do vaguely remember about that time is being sleepy 24/7. I recall I had the uncanny ability to doze off for a quickie nap anytime, anywhere, and without experiencing any guilt for doing so. For a few months post-surgery, I napped with reckless abandon. In fact, I dare say napping during that time of physical recovery was both my job and my hobby. Napping was my purpose, my reason, my quest. I napped, therefore, I was. I pursued naps. I was, in fact, promiscuous with my naps. I literally and brazenly napped around, and I didn’t give a sweet damn who knew about it. I made no excuses for my sleepy behavior. I knew no nap shame! I was a nap tramp, a nap hussy, a nap-ophile! Ah, those were the days.
So here’s a TIE O’ THE DAY re-post from August 2018:
OH, IS IT MORNING?
No, my puffy eyes and dopey look aren’t because I’ve been crying. This is my face 90 seconds after I got out of bed. I found the right Bow Tie o’ the Day, put it on, and here I am. Having to wake up in the morning can sometimes be a kick in ye olde noggin. But I’m working to get back into the normal daily routine of being a normal person, as opposed to being a convalescing-for-weeks-after-surgery kind of gal. And y’all know what I mean when I use the word “normal.” I mean MY normal. I’m getting there, even though I have to take short naps a dozen times in my day. The normal I’m eager to get to most is shown by Bow Tie: burgers, hot dogs, fries, and pizza. I’ve followed my prescribed bland diet pretty faithfully. Even if you eat out, you can find bland, tame, easy-on-the-pancreas dishes on the menu wherever you go. And so far, I’ve managed to stick to that, even at our Sunday brunches. But I long to scarf down tasty, greasy, not-necessarily-healthy food occasionally. Just wearing Bow Tie makes my mouth water and my tummy growl. I almost want to cook it and consume its food fabric print. I can’t believe I just thought that, let alone wrote it. For sure, I would never do such a thing to any bow tie, and y’all know it. It would be a horrific sacrilege. But I do kinda wish Bow Tie were at least a scratch-n-sniff. 
