Thanksgiving dinner was served with smoked turkey, sugar cured ham, cranberry sauce, various types of dressings and a multitude of side dishes. I approached the table confidant of the challenge that lay before me. Knowing what was to come I had not eaten breakfast to allow for the additional capacity. Loading up my plate with all generous helpings of everything I began my task. Eating slowly I got into my stride, before long I could see parts of my plate becoming exposed. Coco nudging my leg with encouragement and support in my endeavor, my plate became more and more exposed. I must admit Coco did help with a few pieces of ham and turkey along the way until I had cleaned my plate! Oh, what pride I felt as I eased back from the table. I discovered I could no longer bend at the middle releasing my belt a couple of notches, I made my way to the den and my recliner. Putting the recliner in full recline I was feeling like I might survive.

After a few minutes in the recliner, out came the coffee, just what my system needed, a little jolt of caffeine! By the third or fourth sip of coffee I was handed a small plate with my wife’s homemade cherry pie. I remember the taste, it was so good an so sweet. I savored every bite, but that is where my memory ends. Somehow I had fallen into unconsciousness. Yes, the food induced coma. The next morning I awoke, Coco at my side (I assume she had been comatose as well). We had survived.