Sunday, April 17, 2011
C-PAP--Part 2: The Answer
I hate throwing away food. I'll do it, but it needs to be for a good reason, like being past its expiration date, or visible mold. And the container of asparagus soup in the freezer wasn't bad. In fact, on the Saturday I made it, it was delicious.
Just a little hard to digest.
By which I mean, both Old Dog and I wound up with, um, disturbances, that were, fortunately, gone by the time we returned to work on Monday.
I knew I should throw the leftovers away, that the Rubbermaid bowl in the freezer would be a constant temptation, but because I grew when children in Bangladesh were starving, I couldn't make myself do it.
"Take me!" the soup would whisper each time I opened the freezer door in search of something to take for lunch. "I'm delicious."
But I live in cubicle village at work, and, fearing what might happen, I resisted.
Right up until the Friday when the cafeteria was closed for spring break and all the other leftovers were gone.
We've all seen the footage from Japan, so I don't need to go into detail about what happens when a toxic substance breaches its containment device.
I will, however, tell you about the woman at work who wears scarves as an accessory. She doesn't fiddle with them, she just wears them. But that afternoon when she came to help me with a technical issue, she began to toy with the ends, and by the time she left my cube, she had the scarf wrapped across her nose.
I'm pretty sure she wanted to stuff then tassels up her nostrils, but was just too polite.
When I got home things were no better and that night, for the first time, Old Dog kept the C-PAP mask on all night.
Because it's all about motivation.