.yes – cherry pits.

Roger turned 40 just 4 days after knocking himself unconscious, cutting his own throat and practically knocking all of the teeth out of his head. On his birthday, we went out for lunch with our friends Mark & Mary to the Chinese restaurant. (Where he slowly ate egg drop soup, rice, and anything else he could find that didn’t require much chewing.)

Afterwards, we all met up again at our friend Trudy’s house where the “Driskletts” were hanging out with our “Vothlings.” Mary & Trudy presented Roger with a large box of items especially chosen for a 40-year old who has a mouth full of broken teeth and surgical thread holding his neck together. Cream soup of every variety, pudding, jello, homemade custard, a mouthguard, 🙂 and my favorite: a heat therapy pillow stuffed with cherry pits.

It’s a simple concept, really. Just make a little pillow, (but it needs to be an all-cotton fabric if you’re going to microwave it) buy yourself a pound of cherry pits, and fill ‘er up. When you need a little extra warmth, put it in the microwave for 1-3 minutes, pull it out and apply to any sad, hurting part of your body that needs it. (The saddest part of my body is usually my cold feet. I love to stick it down under the covers, and by the time I crawl into bed, the sheets are ready and waiting for my chilly toesies.)

You can do the same thing with rice, wheat, feed corn, etc…  but:  the smell of the heated cherry pits is amazing. It’s like a freshly baked cherry pie that you can wrap around your aching neck. It’s a slightly moist heat – very comforting. Oh, and they have such a fun sound when you shake them around; like a soft little rainstick. I’ve been taking it to bed every night lately. As a matter of fact, if I had to choose between having the cherry pillow or my husband in bed with me, well….. hmmm….. which would I choose?


About ruthie.voth

Wife of one, mother of four, friend of many. Lover of details, color, good conversations, finding balance, and being honest. Passionate lover of a well-crafted sentence - even more so if it's witty. Weird blend of cynical optimist. I'm the worst kind of woman. I'm high maintenance, but I think I'm low maintenance. Somehow, people still love me. Must be grace.
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