Rebecca Francesca Reuter Puerto
writer, traveler, marine biologist
The procedure was done in less than a half hour. I was glad that the sedative and pain killers didn't knock me out. I watched the entire butt spelunking event on the video monitor. I love how curious I am about stuff that grosses most other people out. I admired the pinkish white walls of... Continue Reading →
Three hours of pure hell. I arrived home from work, just in time to begin ingesting 2 liters, one liter at a time, of a prescription laxative. The flavor and texture was a cross between a rancid lemon and frog slime fresh from a bog. For two hours I had to endure drinking this stuff,... Continue Reading →
I slurp the cooling soup as I try to take my time eating my last meal of solid food until tomorrow night. The soup, a mix of the grits from this morning, which are now a solid polenta, some boxed organic chicken broth, bay shrimp from Oregon and a bit of spices, doesn't taste... Continue Reading →
"I'll make grits this morning." I thought to myself before getting out of bed. The directions said to have a "low fiber breakfast" and under cereal it said "rice or corn." I knew I had a bag of coarsely ground corn meal that I bought to make polenta about a year ago, so why... Continue Reading →
Rebecca Francesca Reuter Puerto 