I was washing dishes on Friday morning at 7:23 when I heard a text come in. My phone was in the living room next to my OPC (Old People Chair). I figured it could wait until my dishes were done. Maybe it was just Hick reporting that he'd seen something along the road on the way to his SUS2.5 (Storage Unit Store 2.5).
Nope. It was a text from The Pony. I felt bad that I'd waited a few minutes. The Pony obviously needed my support...
"Horrible nightmarish no good very bad morning! Was eating my brownie for breakfast before meds. Felt something in my teeth. Pulled out half a bug. Currently partway through throwing up because the other half was. Not. In the remaining bit of brownie I crumbled up, or in the water glass or anything."
I responded immediately with "Yikes!" And then called.
The Pony was mid-tooth-brushing. Took a moment to rinse and spit. Then we had a short chat. Of course I tried to make light of the situation.
"You know, there are cultures that eat bugs on a regular basis. Just consider yourself as having a bit of extra protein for the day."
"Heh, heh. Yeah. But it was just that CRUNCH. And seeing it when I pulled it out of my teeth. It was stuck between the right top incisor, and the one next to it. I'll send you a picture of the piece I pulled out."
"Okay. But I won't look until I hang up. You know how I am with doing more than one thing on my phone."
I heard the picture come in, but kept chatting. Tomorrow, I will share the picture(s), and the rest of the conversation.
I'm not sure you're ready for this. I certainly wasn't...
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