SURPRISE VISIT ON CHRISTMAS                         DECEMBER 28, 2015

Wouldn’t you just know that something would come along to throw me for a loop?   It’s time for a story to be written, and here I am out of commission. The Warden — but we have to give her the nice name “The Aztec Princess” because she had to step in to type while I dictate. (It’s fun — I am dictating to her.) It is all because I got the Gout yesterday on Christmas Day. If you have never had it, go look it up on Google to see how you stay away from it because it is p-a-i-n-f-u-l!

I haven’t had it for several years so it came as a huge surprise — I can’t write because that pesky devil settled in my right elbow. No wonder I managed to get it. Last week: Lunch with Maureen at Macario’s — I had Chile Verde (Pork, a No-No for me;) then we had some Veal Stew on Wednesday and the leftovers on Thursday — a NO-NO. Then the Warden brought home some raw oysters to have with a cocktail — a REAL NO-NO. The absolute end of Gout stuff came in the house for another tidbit to be munched with a cocktail:

CAVIAR (1.76 OZ)                 (Very expensive)              NO-NO, NO-NO, NO-NO

There’s enough of that leftover for our cocktail hour today, and “Yes, I’ll partake. I’m a sucker for punishment.” But does anyone get the picture about stuffing me with all the wrong food? She knows my diet can trigger GOUT.

TYPED UP BY ALBA XOCHIHUA JUST TO BE NICE T0 MY PRISONER, MELITAS FORSTER, FOR MONDAYS WITH HER.