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| 18 x 13 cm |
One of my hospital stays was at a low point in life. I didn't touch the food brought in by the nurses. They keep track of this, you know, and after a few days, the doctors threatened to give me an IV if I didn't start eating. The next tray was breakfast, and I stared at the food. I didn't want to eat, but I didn't want an IV. I stared at the Cheerios. I couldn't pour them in a bowl, and add milk, but after a few minutes I could eat one Cheerio. I don't remember how many I ate that morning, but I escaped the IV and worked out everything one Cheerio at a time.
