MISSING: Mr. Funky Chicken

So my dear old friend Mr. Funky Chicken is missing. Well missing is the wrong word, its more like he's avoiding me. He visits but won't stay. If you should happen to come across Mr. FC please, please tell him I'm concerned and missing him.

Oh, Funky Chicken when will you come back to me and stay??? Why have you forsaken me? I miss you. I'm lost without you. I'm struggling to know what to do with Mr Moo and Mr Pot Belly. Why are you making me try new recipes? Why are you testing my new stomach so harshly?

I have tried chicken three times since being able to eat meat again (pureed included), I'm now 9 weeks out. Each time I throw it right back up even with as little as just one bite. I love chicken. I love home made rotisserie chicken, wings, thighs, drumsticks, and breasts. I love it in soup, pies, stews, casseroles and sauces. I love it fried, baked, boiled, roasted and grilled... I'll take my chicken any way you wanna serve it to me. Well, maybe not raw, but if it's cooked I'll eat it... (okay, not fried, not any l longer, so stop nit-picking, a.k.a judging now).

When you eat your Mr. Chicken, please think of me and send a little message out in to the universe to make it so MY Mr. Funky Chicken can return to my life.

Thank you for your support. I hope to renew this relationship and given the chance I promise to make it stronger and healthier than it ever was... all I need is My Mr. Funky Chicken back.

Sigh.