One Cheerio at a Time

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.