I am not a fan of breakfast in bed. To be honest I’m not a fan of any meal in bed, this may be a result of too many hospital stays. And then again, it may be a case of feeling that where I eat should not be the same place where I sleep.
This doesn’t mean that I don’t eat in bed, obviously that’s the case when I’m staying over at the hospital. And yes it is true, Beloved has served me breakfast in bed a few times as well as other meals. I just don’t enjoy it as much as some people seem to like eating in bed.
it isn’t just because of the crumbs and such getting in your sheets. You see friends, I don’t spend a lot of time in bed when I feel well. When I’m in a horrible lupus flare however I may spend days in bed. Those days pass by in a blur of sleep, pain and medications.
Perhaps it is because I’m a product of my upbringing where unless I was very ill my parents expected me to be up and about doing things. Heck my mother subscribed to the theory of get up and get dressed because you will feel better. Sometimes it works, sometimes I don’t even have the energy to get out of bed. At best I pull a brush through my hair.
So why am I telling you all this? Because recently someone told me they thought the most decadent thing in the world was eating breakfast in bed. Now I’m sure she didn’t mean the jello cups that I get in the hospital, but I just can’t see how eating in bed is decadent. How about you? Has lupus ruined a good thing for me?