27th July 2023
I didn’t think that fried pickles would have such a devastating effect on Kelli’s night.
She could not go to sleep, and was up and down until 04.00am before she could snatch a couple of hours. It was a terrible night, and if she has to be so careful about what she can and cannot eat it certainly puts restrictions on where we can go out to eat.
She checked with her doctor and described what she ate and he came to the conclusion that the fried pickles could have affected her gallbladder.
So needless to say she wasn’t up to doing much, and all I did was some paint stripping on the next dresser.
The pool was nice and refreshing, floating about with a cold can in my hand watching the birds taking a bath in the pond.
Another Lifetime to go 