Even my ice cream is celebrating National Poetry Month. Please bear with me, so I can share the story, which will eventually come back to the ice cream.
Here’s another ‘I’ word: Icky, which is how I’m feeling– thus another day-late post and the screaming, but in my quietest inner-whisper voice. I’ve been battling a bevy of illnesses – shingles, autoimmune disease and migraines for a solid six weeks now. As a result, my appetite is nearly non-existent (which is good for losing weight, but not so good for regaining strength & energy). The migraine part has become another ‘I’ word, intense. Pain, brain fog, auras, fever & nausea and after a couple weeks of this, I was put on a medication to hopefully kill the migraine today, but I had to eat with it. I also needed gasoline, or my car would not have made it home or back to work today. What does one eat, when nausea makes everything sound horrid?
The thought of ice cream didn’t completely gross me out, so I bought some of the chocolate-cherry variety at the gas station. Limerick Cherry Chocolate, to be exact. It’s made by a company I’ve never heard of (2nd Street Creamery) and it didn’t taste half bad! The cutesy limerick, on the other hand, was on the cheesy side and could use a little work…
Cheri Nordstrom 