Watching regular TV

First up - Long story short. I was in the hospital for three days this week - cellulitis - IV antibiotics - feeling better. Probably a dog bite. Feeling a lot better, but still tired.

Anyway, with that out of the way, can we talk about television? I mean, WTH. (That should have an F in the initials, but I didn't want to curse.) I watched shows I didn't even know existed.

I watched hours of My 600 pound life. It was like a train wreck. I couldn't stop watching. My initial thoughts? Why are all the people from Seattle? Why are they all going to Houston? Doesn't Seattle have weight-loss surgery? Or is this an old series?

I loved how the doctor called out the enablers in these people's lives. And how controlling the patients are. Food is the one socially acceptable drug. I get it. I'm an emotional eater. My favorite memories of my childhood surround food. It was safe. And I have a bit of a control issue (which was apparent when I freaked out about being in the hospital.)

The next day I found a couple of movie channels. Which was great, except one repeated the same movie, which meant I had to scroll through all the news channels (which sound more and more like fiction every day) to find something to watch. Or to be honest, watch in between naps. No rewinding to see what I missed when I fell asleep. LOL

And the hospital didn't have Hallmark. Are you kidding? The one channel where I could get lost in the upbeat positive stories and nope, not available.

So I'm home. Not up to working much, yet. But I have regained control of my DVR and remote.

It's the little things that make you happy.

Lynn