I have met my maker. My ice cream maker, I mean. The other day while hubby was at work, I started my experiments. I made a fudge ice cream with crushed oreos. One of the best ice creams I have ever eaten. So today, I had it for breakfast.
Now I'm making a new ice cream. Cherry ice cream, with cherry and vanilla extract, fresh cherries that I popped and sliced myself (behold my red left hand), and coconut milk. I'm trying coconut milk because it's supposed to be fattier than normal milk, but better than whipping cream for you. So the consistency is supposed to be good.
I.... LOVE watching the ice cream maker work. It's like watching laundry. I can just stare for forever while it goes around and around and changes ever so slightly each time..... It's impressive that I'm not able to be hypnotized when I enjoy watching things like that so much. The worst thing is that I have to eat the ice cream I make, so I'm gonna keep gaining weight in order to indulge my hobby.... Unless I can make hubby eat it all.....
Tonight I'm going to a girls' health night with J and some others that I may have met before. :X I'm a little nervous but I want to socialize so....
I made spinach and mushroom pizza. Here's the recipe:
2 medium regular mushrooms, sliced or diced
Bag of spinach, or however much you want to add
Ragu's Alfredo pasta sauce (any brand will do, but I used Ragu)
Any ready-made pizza crust (I used HEB brand)
Grated Parmesan Cheese
Herbs of the Provence (mixed herbs)
Garlic Salt
Slice the mushrooms up as desired, and wash the spinach.
Preheat the oven to 450 degrees (or whatever it says on the pizza crust package), and put the crust on the pan. Any pan big enough will do, but we have a pizza pan.
Lay spinach out on the crust, then slather alfredo sauce over it. Add desired amount of garlic salt, then mushrooms, and another layer of spinach. Lay a little more alfredo sauce as desired, and then dust Herbs of the Provence and Parmesan Cheese over entire pizza.
I'm only posting this because I know there's some vegetarians out there, and this is pretty yummy. It's also highly adaptable, and easy if you just pick up the ingredients occasionally. I'm gonna go or I'll be late, so ttyl!
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Interview today didn't go so well.
So I'm not really able to go to sleep. Instead, I'm venting to a friend. Here's the convo:
Me: So, I went in for an interview with this Security place in May
but they wanted me to be on my feet 40 hours a week, and my knee had been giving out more than ever
Friend: :< oof
so when they called me back to say the paperwork went through and schedule me for training, I lied
I normally don't lie, but it kinda just rolled out without my mentally giving it the okay.
I felt guilty, but figured it didn't really matter, since I had declined and wouldn't meet them again
I told them that I had gotten a better offer
....to be fair, I don't think I specified a job offer. Technically I was taking my husband up on his offer to have surgery done
since we had the money and I had the time
with me so far?
You lied about your knee being fine?
no, i lied about getting a better offer when i refused the job
Oh. OK, so I'm with you so far.
Well, ironically they were advertising for a security secretary (which is really what I'm hoping for right now), and I figured I could submit my resume anyway.
If they didn't want me, they would just not reply, right?
(This is my thoughts now: The person setting up interviews and such probably is not someone in that office)
Yesterday, I got a call asking if I was available for an interview, so I agreed to one today since I'd be in the area for physical therapy anyway.
with me?
So far so good
So I went in, and as I was signing in, the woman said I looked familiar. I said I had been there last month for a different job interview. So she looked up my application (saved time at least. Didn't have to fill out a different one), and then we waited for a guy to interview me.
First Curveball: Last time the woman interviewed me, so I wasn't expecting someone else.
Mmk
Well, I waited for a while, and he came out, eventually he saw the papers, then beckoned me back into his office
Second Curve ball: He immediately started in with "Why should we hire you again when you went with someone else last time?" Not even a 'nice to meet you, i'm _____'
Ouch
I was startled, but thought I came up with a pretty good answer. "I declined last time in order to improve my physical abilities so I could do a better job."
Alright. I'm afraid of his next response x_x
He said "It says here you went with a better offer. That tells me that you chose a different company. Convince me why you're not going to do the same thing again this time."
I said 'Last time, I actually chose to get surgery rather than getting another job.' but he stuck with the lie I'd told him.
I'm sure I could have told a long and persuasive story about what really happened, but I really just didn't want to. I stayed standing until he beckoned me to a seat (cause momma raised me right), and he told me to convince him why he should give me a second chance.
:x
I guess that was my third curve ball.
I said "I'm a very good security guard"
and he said "That means nothing."
I tilted my head and tried to think of what would convince him. I thought of all the reference letters I have stating what a good character I have, I thought of actually pleading with him because I don't like hurting people and he gave the impression that my rejection was a personal offense(my pride squashed that pretty quick), and I thought of my personal quirks that would define me.
Finally, all I really came out with, was that I'm an honest person, and if I say I'll do a job, I will.
He replied "You changed your mind last time." and I immediately responded "I never accepted last time."
We were both silent for a minute, and he said "Well, I don't know. Let me think on it overnight. You can go." I shook his hand, though he didn't really look like he wanted to (thought it would be rude not to) and left. Somewhere in the conversation I mentioned that my understanding was that the other side was a construction site and I would on my feet for a long time. He said that all the jobs typically require eight hours of standing, and he also scoffed, and said they don't discuss job particulars with applicants. I blinked and said 'Even this secretary job?' and he replied 'Yes.' So I honestly don't even think I can physically do this job if that's what's required.
Sorry for all the messed up types and spacings. Copying and pasting isn't the easiest thing to do. I'm also worried about Pineapple's doctor results. Was it the PCL or the ACL? Does it need surgery? Is there anything we can do to help? I have two braces that work really well and I don't need them anymore! Just let us know!!
Me: So, I went in for an interview with this Security place in May
but they wanted me to be on my feet 40 hours a week, and my knee had been giving out more than ever
Friend: :< oof
so when they called me back to say the paperwork went through and schedule me for training, I lied
I normally don't lie, but it kinda just rolled out without my mentally giving it the okay.
I felt guilty, but figured it didn't really matter, since I had declined and wouldn't meet them again
I told them that I had gotten a better offer
....to be fair, I don't think I specified a job offer. Technically I was taking my husband up on his offer to have surgery done
since we had the money and I had the time
with me so far?
You lied about your knee being fine?
no, i lied about getting a better offer when i refused the job
Oh. OK, so I'm with you so far.
Well, ironically they were advertising for a security secretary (which is really what I'm hoping for right now), and I figured I could submit my resume anyway.
If they didn't want me, they would just not reply, right?
(This is my thoughts now: The person setting up interviews and such probably is not someone in that office)
Yesterday, I got a call asking if I was available for an interview, so I agreed to one today since I'd be in the area for physical therapy anyway.
with me?
So far so good
So I went in, and as I was signing in, the woman said I looked familiar. I said I had been there last month for a different job interview. So she looked up my application (saved time at least. Didn't have to fill out a different one), and then we waited for a guy to interview me.
First Curveball: Last time the woman interviewed me, so I wasn't expecting someone else.
Mmk
Well, I waited for a while, and he came out, eventually he saw the papers, then beckoned me back into his office
Second Curve ball: He immediately started in with "Why should we hire you again when you went with someone else last time?" Not even a 'nice to meet you, i'm _____'
Ouch
I was startled, but thought I came up with a pretty good answer. "I declined last time in order to improve my physical abilities so I could do a better job."
Alright. I'm afraid of his next response x_x
He said "It says here you went with a better offer. That tells me that you chose a different company. Convince me why you're not going to do the same thing again this time."
I said 'Last time, I actually chose to get surgery rather than getting another job.' but he stuck with the lie I'd told him.
I'm sure I could have told a long and persuasive story about what really happened, but I really just didn't want to. I stayed standing until he beckoned me to a seat (cause momma raised me right), and he told me to convince him why he should give me a second chance.
:x
I guess that was my third curve ball.
I said "I'm a very good security guard"
and he said "That means nothing."
I tilted my head and tried to think of what would convince him. I thought of all the reference letters I have stating what a good character I have, I thought of actually pleading with him because I don't like hurting people and he gave the impression that my rejection was a personal offense(my pride squashed that pretty quick), and I thought of my personal quirks that would define me.
Finally, all I really came out with, was that I'm an honest person, and if I say I'll do a job, I will.
He replied "You changed your mind last time." and I immediately responded "I never accepted last time."
We were both silent for a minute, and he said "Well, I don't know. Let me think on it overnight. You can go." I shook his hand, though he didn't really look like he wanted to (thought it would be rude not to) and left. Somewhere in the conversation I mentioned that my understanding was that the other side was a construction site and I would on my feet for a long time. He said that all the jobs typically require eight hours of standing, and he also scoffed, and said they don't discuss job particulars with applicants. I blinked and said 'Even this secretary job?' and he replied 'Yes.' So I honestly don't even think I can physically do this job if that's what's required.
Sorry for all the messed up types and spacings. Copying and pasting isn't the easiest thing to do. I'm also worried about Pineapple's doctor results. Was it the PCL or the ACL? Does it need surgery? Is there anything we can do to help? I have two braces that work really well and I don't need them anymore! Just let us know!!
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Ice Cream Baby Maker!
I just like the sound of the post title. So Caitlec sent us an ice cream machine yesterday, but I didn't know it was from them. Here's what happened:
I was taking the trash out (I.e. Setting it on the door step cause I ain't going down stairs without real need) when I saw two boxes in front of the door. I was curious. I knew one of them was my waterpik flosser, but not which one. So I brought both inside and opened the large one first. *clap of thunder* It's an ice cream machine! Why is this.... OH! Reb must have gotten my Christmas early! He was asking me if I had bought something on Amazon last night, so he must have been ordering something too! .... Oh NO!!! I opened my Christmas already! I'm not gonna get a Christmas gift!! But...but I didn't know! And besides, ice cream in winter is a little less appetizing than ice cream now....
So I closed the box and stood there thinking. Finally I decided to be straightforward and confess what I did. I texted Reb saying '....Umm. Oops. I think I opened something I wasn't supposed to.' He was understandably confused. I mean, if he just ordered it last night, it's really incredible that it got here the next day. So I explained further 'Umm. We got two packages today. I opened the big one, but it wasn't for me.... Or at least, I'm pretty sure I didn't buy it. Yay early Christmas...?' He didn't respond, he just came home.
At that point, I was washing the cat (I'm the momma cat, she's gotta be cleaned every once in a while, it's a cat thing) so I waited on the floor for him to scold me for opening things without permission. He looked in the box and grabbed a paper that I hadn't looked at from inside. I apologized for opening it, and he confessed he didn't even know what it was. I was very confused. "What do you mean you don't know what it is? It's an ice cream machine. Didn't you buy it?" He looked at me, "Didn't you look at the paper?" Nope. Sure didn't. So he hands it to me. It's from Caitlec! I was so relieved that I hadn't done something bad!!
You guys are so awesome! I'm super excited to try out some recipes that I sent you before, and others that I bypassed because we didn't have a machine. Chocolate cookies and cream.... Here I come!
Also, while being an insomniac last night I was thinking of names for your kids that combine your names. Yes, I know you probably won't use any of them, but I got kinda absorbed for a while. Altin. I like it, it sounds masculine and machinish. There is of course Atlin or Altlin, but they just don't sound as good to be. Then there's Lelin, for a girl. It sounds kinda oriental, but very cute, don't you think? Can't you just imagine your little girl with pig tails or buns saying "Buh Lelin wans to..." with a cute pout??
Cough cough. Okay. So! Pineapples tore her PCL (which is behind the ACL, what I tore), and is having trouble with getting up and down. I think this is a lesson to us all: No falling!! When you get to be our age (Old woman's voice) a fall could be life or death, you hear? Our couple friend with the baby had another accident too. She tore most of the ligaments in her right foot, and she's only 21!! They're still not sure if they're gonna get surgery on it or not, but right now it's really well-wrapped in cotton and braces and plasters. Isn't it scary?? We're all in our twenties and getting serious injuries from non-serious actions!! My advice to Pineapples is: Get into PT ASAP. They'll be able to help you strengthen the muscles around the ligament so you won't fall as often, and it won't hurt as much (after a while).
For all the grammar and spelling I didn't catch: I just woke up. I'm sorry. Let me know and I will try to fix them. Love ya'll!
I was taking the trash out (I.e. Setting it on the door step cause I ain't going down stairs without real need) when I saw two boxes in front of the door. I was curious. I knew one of them was my waterpik flosser, but not which one. So I brought both inside and opened the large one first. *clap of thunder* It's an ice cream machine! Why is this.... OH! Reb must have gotten my Christmas early! He was asking me if I had bought something on Amazon last night, so he must have been ordering something too! .... Oh NO!!! I opened my Christmas already! I'm not gonna get a Christmas gift!! But...but I didn't know! And besides, ice cream in winter is a little less appetizing than ice cream now....
So I closed the box and stood there thinking. Finally I decided to be straightforward and confess what I did. I texted Reb saying '....Umm. Oops. I think I opened something I wasn't supposed to.' He was understandably confused. I mean, if he just ordered it last night, it's really incredible that it got here the next day. So I explained further 'Umm. We got two packages today. I opened the big one, but it wasn't for me.... Or at least, I'm pretty sure I didn't buy it. Yay early Christmas...?' He didn't respond, he just came home.
At that point, I was washing the cat (I'm the momma cat, she's gotta be cleaned every once in a while, it's a cat thing) so I waited on the floor for him to scold me for opening things without permission. He looked in the box and grabbed a paper that I hadn't looked at from inside. I apologized for opening it, and he confessed he didn't even know what it was. I was very confused. "What do you mean you don't know what it is? It's an ice cream machine. Didn't you buy it?" He looked at me, "Didn't you look at the paper?" Nope. Sure didn't. So he hands it to me. It's from Caitlec! I was so relieved that I hadn't done something bad!!
You guys are so awesome! I'm super excited to try out some recipes that I sent you before, and others that I bypassed because we didn't have a machine. Chocolate cookies and cream.... Here I come!
Also, while being an insomniac last night I was thinking of names for your kids that combine your names. Yes, I know you probably won't use any of them, but I got kinda absorbed for a while. Altin. I like it, it sounds masculine and machinish. There is of course Atlin or Altlin, but they just don't sound as good to be. Then there's Lelin, for a girl. It sounds kinda oriental, but very cute, don't you think? Can't you just imagine your little girl with pig tails or buns saying "Buh Lelin wans to..." with a cute pout??
Cough cough. Okay. So! Pineapples tore her PCL (which is behind the ACL, what I tore), and is having trouble with getting up and down. I think this is a lesson to us all: No falling!! When you get to be our age (Old woman's voice) a fall could be life or death, you hear? Our couple friend with the baby had another accident too. She tore most of the ligaments in her right foot, and she's only 21!! They're still not sure if they're gonna get surgery on it or not, but right now it's really well-wrapped in cotton and braces and plasters. Isn't it scary?? We're all in our twenties and getting serious injuries from non-serious actions!! My advice to Pineapples is: Get into PT ASAP. They'll be able to help you strengthen the muscles around the ligament so you won't fall as often, and it won't hurt as much (after a while).
For all the grammar and spelling I didn't catch: I just woke up. I'm sorry. Let me know and I will try to fix them. Love ya'll!
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Kare-~! (Curry)
I'm eating some curry right now. I really enjoy trying out new vegetables in my curries. This time I included radishes (which hold the curry flavor really well), turnips (pain to cut up, but otherwise are like potatoes), and green peppers (a little soft, but more like a filler). The staples are onion, potatoes, mushrooms and carrots. I also add broccoli if we have it. So there's tons of veggies in my curry. I like it alot, but I also like soups. Poor hubby likes it, but not as a constant meal for days on end. On the other hand, it saves you a lot of money. We have at least four days worth of meals in just one dish.
This time I added top sirloin steak that I cut up myself (to save money) instead of chicken as a treat for Reb and myself (I was tired of chicken, he always likes steak). It's better after being reheated than it was when I made it, sadly.
When I woke up today, my whole back and shoulders were hurting almost too much. So I asked hubby to rub them for me. Either he's really getting better at it, or I was in a really bad state, because it all felt so good.
Today for lunch hubby made himself potato, bacon and cheese soup. I didn't think it sounded good, so he ate it by himself (I had cereal). He said it wasn't nearly as good as he thought it would be.
We made manwiches the other day (also known as sloppy joes), so for dinner I had some of the leftovers from that, as well as a pasta with grilled zucchini and eggplant from a few days ago. It was all yummy. I guess this makes my curry my after-dinner supper. :D
My computer's keyboard is really, really dirty. I want to clean it so very badly, but I always forget when my computer is off, and I can't properly clean it while its on. >:( Today for sure I'll succeed!
I posted my new resume on monster.com so I could use the site to apply for some jobs. My sister told me yesterday that the key to getting a job is harassing them until they give it to you. Her methods are really scary and I don't think I can do it, but I will admit they work. She gets hired for jobs way more often than I do.
Hubby and I talked, and I'm going to try for taking October classes at the massage school. I'm looking for a job that won't interfere with those hours, so even if its part-time, it's something. I'm trying to ease back into the flow of working on my leg. The hours are from 6 to 10 pm, Mon-Thurs essentially, so I really want a day job.
I wanna be a secretary.... I know I would be good at it. *pout pout* Since I'm new to it, I'd even be willing to go on a trial basis, and have lower pay to start out with, as long as they'll increase it as time goes on and I prove myself. I think it's a great deal for them, since they can train me to be how they want, and I'll be happy to learn. Gimme a chance you meanie heads!!!
This is an interesting video. It amused me.
This time I added top sirloin steak that I cut up myself (to save money) instead of chicken as a treat for Reb and myself (I was tired of chicken, he always likes steak). It's better after being reheated than it was when I made it, sadly.
When I woke up today, my whole back and shoulders were hurting almost too much. So I asked hubby to rub them for me. Either he's really getting better at it, or I was in a really bad state, because it all felt so good.
Today for lunch hubby made himself potato, bacon and cheese soup. I didn't think it sounded good, so he ate it by himself (I had cereal). He said it wasn't nearly as good as he thought it would be.
We made manwiches the other day (also known as sloppy joes), so for dinner I had some of the leftovers from that, as well as a pasta with grilled zucchini and eggplant from a few days ago. It was all yummy. I guess this makes my curry my after-dinner supper. :D
My computer's keyboard is really, really dirty. I want to clean it so very badly, but I always forget when my computer is off, and I can't properly clean it while its on. >:( Today for sure I'll succeed!
I posted my new resume on monster.com so I could use the site to apply for some jobs. My sister told me yesterday that the key to getting a job is harassing them until they give it to you. Her methods are really scary and I don't think I can do it, but I will admit they work. She gets hired for jobs way more often than I do.
Hubby and I talked, and I'm going to try for taking October classes at the massage school. I'm looking for a job that won't interfere with those hours, so even if its part-time, it's something. I'm trying to ease back into the flow of working on my leg. The hours are from 6 to 10 pm, Mon-Thurs essentially, so I really want a day job.
I wanna be a secretary.... I know I would be good at it. *pout pout* Since I'm new to it, I'd even be willing to go on a trial basis, and have lower pay to start out with, as long as they'll increase it as time goes on and I prove myself. I think it's a great deal for them, since they can train me to be how they want, and I'll be happy to learn. Gimme a chance you meanie heads!!!
This is an interesting video. It amused me.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Smile!
Hubby did a post on depression and delusion. It was an interesting read in multiple ways. I've struggled with depression and finally settled things in my mind with the simple idea: I'm not depressed. I'm realistic.
I can see the horrors and difficulties in life. Those who know a bit about my family in general know you can't grow up there without learning the harsh realities unless you completely shut yourself off from others (as I suspect my nephew does). Since I've always refused to shut my eyes to what I see, even if that requires me to look a beggar in the eye and admit I won't give them money, I grew up seeing things, hearing things, and knowing things most people may never learn about. It wasn't particularly scarring (I think I'm desensitized), but it definitely gave me a grim outlook on life.
I can usually look so hard for a silver lining that most people believe me to be an optimist. But in reality, I rarely expect things to go well. I never enter contests or drawings because I just inherently believe I won't win anything. To enter is to set myself up for disappointment. To me, that's reality but even I'll admit that it borders on Eyur-like depression (You know, Winny the Poo's donkey friend?). I can quote statistics and probability at you all I want, but the truth will always be that I just don't think I would get it simply because I want it.
On the other hand, I always get what I want, just never the way I wanted it. It's fun in a way, watching life screw with me. Hubby is one of the few 'things' I've gotten that I didn't feel I had to sacrifice overmuch to earn. This makes me appreciate him all the more.
Anyway, back to optimism. It's great to look on the bright side of things, but humans in general like to focus on the negative. They relish in dire predictions and scandalous behaviour. Look at any country's history and you'll know I'm right. So those who refuse to be depressed with everyone else are ridiculed, sometimes deliberately targeted by jealousy, and often misunderstood. It makes for great story-lines. :)
Last night I took a pain pill for the first time in over a week. My leg has been twinging a lot and the leg often feels too hot compared to the rest of my body. I'm not sure if I should be cooling it as much as possible or letting the blood work through the wounds to speed healing. Anyway, the medicine left me nauseous all night, and it was like sinking in and out of a haze until about 8:30, when I took my thyroid medicine. Then the medicines in my stomach came to a rumbling boil and decided I wasn't enough for them. They decided to explore their options, we'll say. With the result that I'm not sure if I'll be able to take either medicine ever again. I've always found it difficult to eat something after it's taken alternative routes through my body. I may never be able to drink apple cider again. I hope I can still eat chocolate chips.
Being my over-cautious self, today we had chinese (since we NEVER have chinese, so even if I find myself unable to eat it ever again, it won't be very inconvenient) and it was quite disappointing. Hubby said the waiters were actually asleep in the restaurant when he got there to pick it up. My sesame chicken was floured up so much I couldn't even taste the chicken, and the sauce was too thin, but hubby enjoyed his food, and that's all that matters on days like this.
Speaking of food....
An interesting recipe I'm thinking of trying out soon:
http://www.cookincanuck.com/2013/05/grilled-eggplant-zucchini-salad-recipe-with-feta-chickpeas-mint/
I always feel rather guilty when I make/order vegetarian options. I know that I'm not actually taking food from someone else with a better claim to it, but I can't help feeling like I'm lying to the staff. I always wanna make a disclaimer like "I'm not a vegetarian, but it sounds delicious!" so they know I'm a meat eater, and can withdraw the option because it's not meant for me. Silly, but I totally worry about it.
Something I found online just now. I agree.
I can see the horrors and difficulties in life. Those who know a bit about my family in general know you can't grow up there without learning the harsh realities unless you completely shut yourself off from others (as I suspect my nephew does). Since I've always refused to shut my eyes to what I see, even if that requires me to look a beggar in the eye and admit I won't give them money, I grew up seeing things, hearing things, and knowing things most people may never learn about. It wasn't particularly scarring (I think I'm desensitized), but it definitely gave me a grim outlook on life.
I can usually look so hard for a silver lining that most people believe me to be an optimist. But in reality, I rarely expect things to go well. I never enter contests or drawings because I just inherently believe I won't win anything. To enter is to set myself up for disappointment. To me, that's reality but even I'll admit that it borders on Eyur-like depression (You know, Winny the Poo's donkey friend?). I can quote statistics and probability at you all I want, but the truth will always be that I just don't think I would get it simply because I want it.
On the other hand, I always get what I want, just never the way I wanted it. It's fun in a way, watching life screw with me. Hubby is one of the few 'things' I've gotten that I didn't feel I had to sacrifice overmuch to earn. This makes me appreciate him all the more.
Anyway, back to optimism. It's great to look on the bright side of things, but humans in general like to focus on the negative. They relish in dire predictions and scandalous behaviour. Look at any country's history and you'll know I'm right. So those who refuse to be depressed with everyone else are ridiculed, sometimes deliberately targeted by jealousy, and often misunderstood. It makes for great story-lines. :)
Last night I took a pain pill for the first time in over a week. My leg has been twinging a lot and the leg often feels too hot compared to the rest of my body. I'm not sure if I should be cooling it as much as possible or letting the blood work through the wounds to speed healing. Anyway, the medicine left me nauseous all night, and it was like sinking in and out of a haze until about 8:30, when I took my thyroid medicine. Then the medicines in my stomach came to a rumbling boil and decided I wasn't enough for them. They decided to explore their options, we'll say. With the result that I'm not sure if I'll be able to take either medicine ever again. I've always found it difficult to eat something after it's taken alternative routes through my body. I may never be able to drink apple cider again. I hope I can still eat chocolate chips.
Being my over-cautious self, today we had chinese (since we NEVER have chinese, so even if I find myself unable to eat it ever again, it won't be very inconvenient) and it was quite disappointing. Hubby said the waiters were actually asleep in the restaurant when he got there to pick it up. My sesame chicken was floured up so much I couldn't even taste the chicken, and the sauce was too thin, but hubby enjoyed his food, and that's all that matters on days like this.
Speaking of food....
An interesting recipe I'm thinking of trying out soon:
http://www.cookincanuck.com/2013/05/grilled-eggplant-zucchini-salad-recipe-with-feta-chickpeas-mint/
I always feel rather guilty when I make/order vegetarian options. I know that I'm not actually taking food from someone else with a better claim to it, but I can't help feeling like I'm lying to the staff. I always wanna make a disclaimer like "I'm not a vegetarian, but it sounds delicious!" so they know I'm a meat eater, and can withdraw the option because it's not meant for me. Silly, but I totally worry about it.
Something I found online just now. I agree.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
I am IMPRESSIVE!
:3 That's totally my special word today. Before that though:
I hope you're okay, April! I know hydroplaning is scary, but I'm glad you didn't actually crash or damage your car significantly. If something happened to you, we wouldn't hear about it for a while, and I would feel sad and guilty (for not somehow knowing when it happens). ;__;
Back to impressive me! I had a lot of appointments today, and did something I don't think I've ever instigated before. I'll try to go in order.
We got up, I took my medicine, and then we went to the dentist. They taught me some techniques for brushing my teeth, and told me to get a waterpik. She recommends cordless for shower usage. I'm a huge hater of cords and cables and they just drive me crazy! Hubby is being annoying and won't understand my point of view. He's been moody and quiet all day, so I'm gonna ignore it!
We then went to have lunch at a place called China Cafe, but the moment I walked in, something smelled wrong. As we sat down and looked at the menu, the smell only got worse. I started feeling sick, and we hadn't even been in there for a few minutes! So I asked for us to leave, hubby said okay, but then we were stumped, because neither of us knew how to leave. We'd never just up and walked out of a restaurant before without ordering and paying for something. The manager gave me dirty looks when I said I was sorry but we were leaving, but I couldn't help it.
So instead we went to a place called Jason's Deli. It was our first time, and the food we picked was really good! I got a vegan zucchini grillini with steamed vegetables and chicken pot pie. It was all really good, and I was filled on the veggies and pot pie. I never got to the sandwich, but it's in the fridge now just waiting for me to eat it. :)
Then we booked it to my doctor's appointment. Post-op! The attendant (he's taken care of me since my first trip there) watched me stumping along, and was very impressed. He said so. He was talking about me in the hall, saying "Did you see her face? She was walking along without even wincing!" He said he loved to see cases like mine, where the healing is going so well. They took X-rays that showed the bones still need to fill in, and the tendon is still healing as well, but that everything is proceeding smoothly. He took the bandages off and cut the stitches that wouldn't dissolve. My skin is mostly healed, but there's a few lines where the healing isn't complete yet. There's some scars forming, but I can offset the scar tissue with some work. Then they explained the 'pretty' pictures from the scope during surgery that they sent home with me. I was right about a lot of it, but I was wrong about what I'd thought was the meniscus, but was actually my tibia and femur. They were checking for wear and tear. There's some wear on my tibia, probably from the ACL being out for two years, but there isn't any major damage. They also said I could ease off the brace, for which I'm extremely grateful.
We then walked to my physical therapy session. Yes, walked. Without my brace on. :D Super exciting! My therapist came and picked me up and watched me walk, then I got on the bike for a ten minutes warm-up. I started talking to a volunteer, and ended up going for 12 and a half minutes. :P Then she put me on the laying-squat machine, and I was able to work up to bending my leg 144 degrees (91 degrees is where I started at my first therapy session two weeks ago). Then I ran through all my exercises while she worked with a dissatisfied man and his wife who weren't sure the PT was effective enough. After that, she said we could cut my visits to once a week unless I felt I needed the supervision, so we're down to once a week!
Hubby and I came home, I made the spicy shrimp boil, and started on the strawberry shortcake.
The strawberry shortcake is actually just something I made up based on what I thought would taste good. I bought an angel food cake bar, cool whip, and organic strawberries last night during our epic grocery store visit. Then I spent an hour and a half cutting the strawberries into tiny cubes and slices (2 lbs), added a cup of sugar (It didn't need that much, I was guestimating), and fridged it last night. Then today I cut the bar into 18 thin slices, and layered strawberries (without the juice as much as possible) then cool whip on top. Then I repeated it and topped it off with a third slice of angel food. They were surprisingly heavy and delicious. They got crushed/smushed a little bit because I stacked them on top of each other, but everyone really liked them.
Then hubby and I piled into the car and drove over, but forgot the strawberry tea and gift we'd gotten for J&J! It turns out M&J forgot we'd upped the meeting time to six, so we waited for thirty minutes, then texted them and they showed fifteen minutes later. The dinner was really really good. There was pasta salad, peel'n'eat shrimp, baked chicken parmesan and rice rolls. Then strawberry shortcake for dessert!
We played alot of games, and I ended up really tired. So did the baby. I found myself greatly empathizing with the baby as I got more and more tired.
Finally we played Crown Royale or something, which I liked, but hubby beat me, which I didn't lie, and with my being so tired, I started getting really upset that he was beating me so easily. I tied for second place, but the point was that I didn't beat him!! I honestly contemplated setting up a murderous accident for him for a few moments before realizing the idiocy of it. If he died, I wouldn't have another shot at beating him.
Now we're home, but I'm really tired and still a little pissy, not because hubby beat me at cards, but because he's been so uncommunicative and told me to leave him alone not once, but twice today. In fact he said it was because I kept at him that he was being like that. *sigh* He's started to tell me that more and more often, and I'm beginning to want to withdraw. In general I feel that withdrawing from your partner leads to future trouble in your marriage, but with all the required time together lately with him taking care of me, maybe it's best just to leave him be for a few days. I'm still trying to decide my course.
So our grocery shopping: We got a lot of veggies, and other staples of the house. I used the motorized buggy, and I'll sum it up: It's like having your own personal bumper car with really good wheel to tire communication, but no opponents to bump into. Also, grocery stores are not friendly to short people. I was glad to have hubby help me.
I think that's pretty much it. I can't get my skype to work, so I'm trying to reinstall it. And I'm contemplating an evil idea for how to scope out the competition. That's all I'll say for now. Love ya'll, g'night.
I hope you're okay, April! I know hydroplaning is scary, but I'm glad you didn't actually crash or damage your car significantly. If something happened to you, we wouldn't hear about it for a while, and I would feel sad and guilty (for not somehow knowing when it happens). ;__;
Back to impressive me! I had a lot of appointments today, and did something I don't think I've ever instigated before. I'll try to go in order.
We got up, I took my medicine, and then we went to the dentist. They taught me some techniques for brushing my teeth, and told me to get a waterpik. She recommends cordless for shower usage. I'm a huge hater of cords and cables and they just drive me crazy! Hubby is being annoying and won't understand my point of view. He's been moody and quiet all day, so I'm gonna ignore it!
We then went to have lunch at a place called China Cafe, but the moment I walked in, something smelled wrong. As we sat down and looked at the menu, the smell only got worse. I started feeling sick, and we hadn't even been in there for a few minutes! So I asked for us to leave, hubby said okay, but then we were stumped, because neither of us knew how to leave. We'd never just up and walked out of a restaurant before without ordering and paying for something. The manager gave me dirty looks when I said I was sorry but we were leaving, but I couldn't help it.
So instead we went to a place called Jason's Deli. It was our first time, and the food we picked was really good! I got a vegan zucchini grillini with steamed vegetables and chicken pot pie. It was all really good, and I was filled on the veggies and pot pie. I never got to the sandwich, but it's in the fridge now just waiting for me to eat it. :)
Then we booked it to my doctor's appointment. Post-op! The attendant (he's taken care of me since my first trip there) watched me stumping along, and was very impressed. He said so. He was talking about me in the hall, saying "Did you see her face? She was walking along without even wincing!" He said he loved to see cases like mine, where the healing is going so well. They took X-rays that showed the bones still need to fill in, and the tendon is still healing as well, but that everything is proceeding smoothly. He took the bandages off and cut the stitches that wouldn't dissolve. My skin is mostly healed, but there's a few lines where the healing isn't complete yet. There's some scars forming, but I can offset the scar tissue with some work. Then they explained the 'pretty' pictures from the scope during surgery that they sent home with me. I was right about a lot of it, but I was wrong about what I'd thought was the meniscus, but was actually my tibia and femur. They were checking for wear and tear. There's some wear on my tibia, probably from the ACL being out for two years, but there isn't any major damage. They also said I could ease off the brace, for which I'm extremely grateful.
We then walked to my physical therapy session. Yes, walked. Without my brace on. :D Super exciting! My therapist came and picked me up and watched me walk, then I got on the bike for a ten minutes warm-up. I started talking to a volunteer, and ended up going for 12 and a half minutes. :P Then she put me on the laying-squat machine, and I was able to work up to bending my leg 144 degrees (91 degrees is where I started at my first therapy session two weeks ago). Then I ran through all my exercises while she worked with a dissatisfied man and his wife who weren't sure the PT was effective enough. After that, she said we could cut my visits to once a week unless I felt I needed the supervision, so we're down to once a week!
Hubby and I came home, I made the spicy shrimp boil, and started on the strawberry shortcake.
The strawberry shortcake is actually just something I made up based on what I thought would taste good. I bought an angel food cake bar, cool whip, and organic strawberries last night during our epic grocery store visit. Then I spent an hour and a half cutting the strawberries into tiny cubes and slices (2 lbs), added a cup of sugar (It didn't need that much, I was guestimating), and fridged it last night. Then today I cut the bar into 18 thin slices, and layered strawberries (without the juice as much as possible) then cool whip on top. Then I repeated it and topped it off with a third slice of angel food. They were surprisingly heavy and delicious. They got crushed/smushed a little bit because I stacked them on top of each other, but everyone really liked them.
Then hubby and I piled into the car and drove over, but forgot the strawberry tea and gift we'd gotten for J&J! It turns out M&J forgot we'd upped the meeting time to six, so we waited for thirty minutes, then texted them and they showed fifteen minutes later. The dinner was really really good. There was pasta salad, peel'n'eat shrimp, baked chicken parmesan and rice rolls. Then strawberry shortcake for dessert!
We played alot of games, and I ended up really tired. So did the baby. I found myself greatly empathizing with the baby as I got more and more tired.
Finally we played Crown Royale or something, which I liked, but hubby beat me, which I didn't lie, and with my being so tired, I started getting really upset that he was beating me so easily. I tied for second place, but the point was that I didn't beat him!! I honestly contemplated setting up a murderous accident for him for a few moments before realizing the idiocy of it. If he died, I wouldn't have another shot at beating him.
Now we're home, but I'm really tired and still a little pissy, not because hubby beat me at cards, but because he's been so uncommunicative and told me to leave him alone not once, but twice today. In fact he said it was because I kept at him that he was being like that. *sigh* He's started to tell me that more and more often, and I'm beginning to want to withdraw. In general I feel that withdrawing from your partner leads to future trouble in your marriage, but with all the required time together lately with him taking care of me, maybe it's best just to leave him be for a few days. I'm still trying to decide my course.
So our grocery shopping: We got a lot of veggies, and other staples of the house. I used the motorized buggy, and I'll sum it up: It's like having your own personal bumper car with really good wheel to tire communication, but no opponents to bump into. Also, grocery stores are not friendly to short people. I was glad to have hubby help me.
I think that's pretty much it. I can't get my skype to work, so I'm trying to reinstall it. And I'm contemplating an evil idea for how to scope out the competition. That's all I'll say for now. Love ya'll, g'night.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Celebrate the small things.
I'm learning to. A few days ago I posted on facebook "I CAN WALK!! About five steps." Only my host mother from Japan commented on it, and her response was: Little by little, do your best! (少しずつ頑張れ～！) That was encouraging, but it would have been more encouraging to have a few more people contact me, egg me on, and just show concern for me.
It makes me realize just how easy it is to become a hermit here. I don't know that many people, all my good friends tend to live very far away, and it's too hot for me to try venturing out (not to mention every time I venture out, I overdo it, end up hurt, and have to have recovery time). I really try to be careful and not go too far, but it's sad how little I can do, and the small amount of time I can do it before I end up overtired.
Its also a little depressing how much I'm depending on hubbikins. So I'm celebrating every time I can do a little more for myself. For example:
I put the dishes up myself for the first time since surgery!
I washed some dishes!
I made a pasta salad!!
I made my own food!
I got into the shower without help!
I got out of the shower without having to hold onto anything!
I managed to shave my body! (Took two days and two showers, but I did it)
I can sleep on my side now!
I can lay on my stomach!
I can bend my knee more than 90 degrees!
I can walk without the brace or walker!
I managed to do a little cleaning. :)
I can sit down and not have my leg raised up, or completely straight. (As in, I can sit normally for short periods)
I can have sex again! We're officially up to three positions that aren't too painful! :D
Those are the major triumphs for me so far. Not very major, are they? I know, and you know, that you do all of these things in a day and never think about it because it takes so little effort for you. You can't help it. You're used to it. But I have to learn to reuse my leg. I'm relearning how to walk, and building up my thigh muscles. I'm desperately trying not to fall, because that could undo everything I'm working for.
We watched the Silver Linings Playbook today. The start is mediocre, but it starts to get really good when Jennifer Lawrence and the main male start to interact. They get a chemistry going that really starts to interest you until even though you really wanna go do something better with your time you have to see what happens. Or at least that's my assessment. The end was very good. Could be called cliche, but still very good. And hubbikins and I both agree that the movie is more realistic than most movies get.
Now we're going grocery shopping (first time in over two weeks) and I know it's gonna wear me out. Wish us luck!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yiOg5nHNmFY&feature=share&list=RD02XG1WfYpTx0w
It makes me realize just how easy it is to become a hermit here. I don't know that many people, all my good friends tend to live very far away, and it's too hot for me to try venturing out (not to mention every time I venture out, I overdo it, end up hurt, and have to have recovery time). I really try to be careful and not go too far, but it's sad how little I can do, and the small amount of time I can do it before I end up overtired.
Its also a little depressing how much I'm depending on hubbikins. So I'm celebrating every time I can do a little more for myself. For example:
I put the dishes up myself for the first time since surgery!
I washed some dishes!
I made a pasta salad!!
I made my own food!
I got into the shower without help!
I got out of the shower without having to hold onto anything!
I managed to shave my body! (Took two days and two showers, but I did it)
I can sleep on my side now!
I can lay on my stomach!
I can bend my knee more than 90 degrees!
I can walk without the brace or walker!
I managed to do a little cleaning. :)
I can sit down and not have my leg raised up, or completely straight. (As in, I can sit normally for short periods)
I can have sex again! We're officially up to three positions that aren't too painful! :D
Those are the major triumphs for me so far. Not very major, are they? I know, and you know, that you do all of these things in a day and never think about it because it takes so little effort for you. You can't help it. You're used to it. But I have to learn to reuse my leg. I'm relearning how to walk, and building up my thigh muscles. I'm desperately trying not to fall, because that could undo everything I'm working for.
We watched the Silver Linings Playbook today. The start is mediocre, but it starts to get really good when Jennifer Lawrence and the main male start to interact. They get a chemistry going that really starts to interest you until even though you really wanna go do something better with your time you have to see what happens. Or at least that's my assessment. The end was very good. Could be called cliche, but still very good. And hubbikins and I both agree that the movie is more realistic than most movies get.
Now we're going grocery shopping (first time in over two weeks) and I know it's gonna wear me out. Wish us luck!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yiOg5nHNmFY&feature=share&list=RD02XG1WfYpTx0w
Saturday, June 8, 2013
WAFERS!!!
Me, rubbing on hubby, trying to get him to jump me (as I physically can't jump him just yet). Him, holding back but getting excited.
He clutches his vanilla wafers that he was trying (in vain) to eat, and yells out "I WANT TO EAT MY WAFERS!!!!"
I stare, then laugh, and back off. Ah, the married life.
He clutches his vanilla wafers that he was trying (in vain) to eat, and yells out "I WANT TO EAT MY WAFERS!!!!"
I stare, then laugh, and back off. Ah, the married life.
Monday, June 3, 2013
Infuriating
I had a pretty odd dream last night. No idea where the dream came from. But it left me infuriated and humiliated and ready to sue.
So my sister and I were shopping with Kadykins (my nephew) at a grocery store we'd never been to before. I thought it was a Walmart, but not too sure. Even in my dream, my leg was paining me, and the store didn't have a disabled cart, so I had to walk it. That meant I would lean against my sister, the cart, and the wall at every opportunity. I'm also a touchy feely type person, and will hold your hand and snuggle with you as long as I like you. Well, we take forever in the store, and we get to checkout, and when we line up, the cashiers leave their lines.
I'm extremely confused. I look around and only see stony expressions. My sister, uncharacteristically for her, just wants us to hurry up and leave. We wait for a cashier to return and see the manager talking to a short, squat black woman, who then comes up to us. She said "We want you out of our store. We don't serve your kind in here." I was still completely confused. Because we were white? I look around to see vindictive pleasure on all the other customers faces, and the awkward but resolute expression on the managers'. They were mostly black people, so I tentatively asked "Because we're white? What about our groceries?"
The woman looked shocked for a moment, then angry, like she thought I was playing games. "We KNOW what you are. Just bring your groceries over here, and I'll check you out myself, but don't try nothin' funny, and we don't wanna see ya'll back here again."
I'm still completely confused, but my sister, red with humiliation, leans over to me and says "They think we're lesbians." I had been reaching to grab out groceries again, but that stopped me. I straightened up and looked at the woman. "You think we're LESBIANS?" The woman sneered and said "We know you are. And we don't tolerate that bullshit here. You're even corrupting the young!" She was referring to my nephew, who was about five in this dream. I burst out "She's my SISTER! That's my NEPHEW!" and I'm rapidly getting angry. It's bad enough they made assumptions about us, but to discriminate against us because of their mistaken beliefs? So what if we WERE lesbians? We hadn't talked to anyone, done anything except get our groceries, and they wanted us out and never to return? Oh hell no.
There's a few faces that are looking uncomfortable and unsure now among the group watching this farce. I'm so angry even in my dream I'm stumbling over my words. "You think we're lesbians, nevermind that we aren't, and you decide to discriminate against us? We didn't do anything to anyone else! You're a disgusting, self-delusional gross people!" I reach down and pick up Kadykins, nevermind that my leg is killing me, and grab my purse. I take two limping steps toward the door with my sister shocked, but following before I stop. I set Kadykins down and turn back to the cashier. "What is the address of this place? And your manager's name?" The cashier looked shocked then mulish and said "I don't have to tell a jumped up slut like you." I nodded at her politely and looked down a Kadykins. "Kadykins, tell the horrible, misguided people bye bye, okay? Grab your mommy's hand, Runa's leg hurts." I turn back to the group that is now utterly shocked and nod at them all. "I will be reporting this. You should all be ashamed of yourselves, and I'm gonna see about humiliating all of you the way you've humiliated us today. All this because I'm freakin' injured! Look past your frickin' noses! Why do you think I was holding on to her? My leg just had surgery! You're all far more messed up than any real homosexual people are. My god!" I shake my head and leave the store.
Then I stand outside and dial 311 (non-emergency number for police) asking for a police report for sexual harassment and discrimination. I tell the operator that the workers wouldn't give me the address, but that since it's a small town, surely if I describe the surrounding stores they can give it to me. I also explain that I'm going to need the security footage from the store during my law suit, and I know the store won't release that to anyone that's not police-related. Then I woke up. I was still infuriated and upset when I woke up, but since it was five a.m. I tried to keep it chilled.
What do you think of this dream, and if this happened to you, what would you do?
So my sister and I were shopping with Kadykins (my nephew) at a grocery store we'd never been to before. I thought it was a Walmart, but not too sure. Even in my dream, my leg was paining me, and the store didn't have a disabled cart, so I had to walk it. That meant I would lean against my sister, the cart, and the wall at every opportunity. I'm also a touchy feely type person, and will hold your hand and snuggle with you as long as I like you. Well, we take forever in the store, and we get to checkout, and when we line up, the cashiers leave their lines.
I'm extremely confused. I look around and only see stony expressions. My sister, uncharacteristically for her, just wants us to hurry up and leave. We wait for a cashier to return and see the manager talking to a short, squat black woman, who then comes up to us. She said "We want you out of our store. We don't serve your kind in here." I was still completely confused. Because we were white? I look around to see vindictive pleasure on all the other customers faces, and the awkward but resolute expression on the managers'. They were mostly black people, so I tentatively asked "Because we're white? What about our groceries?"
The woman looked shocked for a moment, then angry, like she thought I was playing games. "We KNOW what you are. Just bring your groceries over here, and I'll check you out myself, but don't try nothin' funny, and we don't wanna see ya'll back here again."
I'm still completely confused, but my sister, red with humiliation, leans over to me and says "They think we're lesbians." I had been reaching to grab out groceries again, but that stopped me. I straightened up and looked at the woman. "You think we're LESBIANS?" The woman sneered and said "We know you are. And we don't tolerate that bullshit here. You're even corrupting the young!" She was referring to my nephew, who was about five in this dream. I burst out "She's my SISTER! That's my NEPHEW!" and I'm rapidly getting angry. It's bad enough they made assumptions about us, but to discriminate against us because of their mistaken beliefs? So what if we WERE lesbians? We hadn't talked to anyone, done anything except get our groceries, and they wanted us out and never to return? Oh hell no.
There's a few faces that are looking uncomfortable and unsure now among the group watching this farce. I'm so angry even in my dream I'm stumbling over my words. "You think we're lesbians, nevermind that we aren't, and you decide to discriminate against us? We didn't do anything to anyone else! You're a disgusting, self-delusional gross people!" I reach down and pick up Kadykins, nevermind that my leg is killing me, and grab my purse. I take two limping steps toward the door with my sister shocked, but following before I stop. I set Kadykins down and turn back to the cashier. "What is the address of this place? And your manager's name?" The cashier looked shocked then mulish and said "I don't have to tell a jumped up slut like you." I nodded at her politely and looked down a Kadykins. "Kadykins, tell the horrible, misguided people bye bye, okay? Grab your mommy's hand, Runa's leg hurts." I turn back to the group that is now utterly shocked and nod at them all. "I will be reporting this. You should all be ashamed of yourselves, and I'm gonna see about humiliating all of you the way you've humiliated us today. All this because I'm freakin' injured! Look past your frickin' noses! Why do you think I was holding on to her? My leg just had surgery! You're all far more messed up than any real homosexual people are. My god!" I shake my head and leave the store.
Then I stand outside and dial 311 (non-emergency number for police) asking for a police report for sexual harassment and discrimination. I tell the operator that the workers wouldn't give me the address, but that since it's a small town, surely if I describe the surrounding stores they can give it to me. I also explain that I'm going to need the security footage from the store during my law suit, and I know the store won't release that to anyone that's not police-related. Then I woke up. I was still infuriated and upset when I woke up, but since it was five a.m. I tried to keep it chilled.
What do you think of this dream, and if this happened to you, what would you do?
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Sleep and eat and hurt and sleep and eat and hurt and.....
I have been falling asleep SO much. It's quite frustrating. I don't even mean to fall asleep; I just get rather tired, and close my eyes for a few minutes, and the next thing I know, I'm dreaming. It's kinda nice to be able to sleep so much, but it's also worrying. I don't really have control over it, so sometimes I'll even fall asleep in the midst of trying to eat. Thankfully I have enough time to move things out of my way before I drift off, but it's still difficult.
Speaking of food: The first two days I stuck to soup and crackers and didn't really have any issues, but then the nausea started roiling in and upsetting me. So now I've been avoiding eating unless I absolutely have to (as in, super hungry) or unless I'm about to take medicine (then I force myself to eat a bit of food). One time, I wasn't feeling well so I laid down for a nap while Hubbikins went to buy me more soup. I woke up with my mouth hanging open, and a growl coming all the way from my belly out of my mouth. I was even hungry in my dream. It can be pretty funny.
Hubbikins has been trying to help take care of me, and he certainly does everything I ask of him, it's just hard to ask sometimes. "Help me get to the toilet" or "Fix me some water please" is fine in small doses, but all day, every day just makes me feel like a lazy bum. Other times, like the time I got stuck on the toilet and couldn't get up without him coming to help me, or the time I got mad and frustrated and took a shower by myself (which resulted in incredible exhaustion and weakness) make me cringe just to think of asking for help, never mind receiving it.
I've had good days and bad days with my leg. On good days I can get around pretty well, the leg is fairly mobile, and it doesn't hurt too much, so I can do things for myself. On bad days, I can't even lift my leg by myself, let alone try to walk, it feels like my kneecap is trying to fall out of my leg and take my ligaments with it, and just getting to the bathroom is such a trial that I'm in tears by the time I accomplish it. Also? Using the toilet while keeping one leg completely straight the whole time is painful and difficult. That's why I don't like wearing my brace to use it. If I don't have the brace on, it's not nearly so difficult.
I can feel nerve endings starting to come back, and they enjoy stinging me and letting me know they're alive. Theoretically we can take the bandages off today, but I wanna wait until tomorrow at least. I'm not sure how to care for the leg with the dressings gone. Hubbikin's way of wrapping my leg is so loose and cute. I know how to do it, but sometimes sitting up and wrapping my leg when I can't bend it becomes a little more difficult than I can manage.
Oof. I'm getting sleepy again. I fell asleep watching an anime movie with hubby on Saturday, so I've avoided watching things because I think it's easier for me to fall asleep then than when I'm trying to read something. Though I do that plenty as well. Sorry. I get the feeling my thoughts of random and confused, but I can't clear my head very well.
I can finally sleep on my sides again! I've been sleeping on my back most of the week, but it's not comfortable and it makes me feel like a soldier or something. Though the sides get tired pretty easily, and the moving on and off of them is extremely difficult. I've woken hubby up a lot at night just trying to get comfortable, and that sucks for him.
Starting tomorrow he'll be working full-time again, so I'm gonna be left to my own devices, and I hope I'm ready for that. At worst, I'll lose a little weight because I'm too lazy to get up and get some food. :D At best, I'll be able to handle the moving around better.
He's waiting to watch something with me, so I'm gonna go now. Love ya'll, and hope this was somewhat informative. Jya ne~!
Speaking of food: The first two days I stuck to soup and crackers and didn't really have any issues, but then the nausea started roiling in and upsetting me. So now I've been avoiding eating unless I absolutely have to (as in, super hungry) or unless I'm about to take medicine (then I force myself to eat a bit of food). One time, I wasn't feeling well so I laid down for a nap while Hubbikins went to buy me more soup. I woke up with my mouth hanging open, and a growl coming all the way from my belly out of my mouth. I was even hungry in my dream. It can be pretty funny.
Hubbikins has been trying to help take care of me, and he certainly does everything I ask of him, it's just hard to ask sometimes. "Help me get to the toilet" or "Fix me some water please" is fine in small doses, but all day, every day just makes me feel like a lazy bum. Other times, like the time I got stuck on the toilet and couldn't get up without him coming to help me, or the time I got mad and frustrated and took a shower by myself (which resulted in incredible exhaustion and weakness) make me cringe just to think of asking for help, never mind receiving it.
I've had good days and bad days with my leg. On good days I can get around pretty well, the leg is fairly mobile, and it doesn't hurt too much, so I can do things for myself. On bad days, I can't even lift my leg by myself, let alone try to walk, it feels like my kneecap is trying to fall out of my leg and take my ligaments with it, and just getting to the bathroom is such a trial that I'm in tears by the time I accomplish it. Also? Using the toilet while keeping one leg completely straight the whole time is painful and difficult. That's why I don't like wearing my brace to use it. If I don't have the brace on, it's not nearly so difficult.
I can feel nerve endings starting to come back, and they enjoy stinging me and letting me know they're alive. Theoretically we can take the bandages off today, but I wanna wait until tomorrow at least. I'm not sure how to care for the leg with the dressings gone. Hubbikin's way of wrapping my leg is so loose and cute. I know how to do it, but sometimes sitting up and wrapping my leg when I can't bend it becomes a little more difficult than I can manage.
Oof. I'm getting sleepy again. I fell asleep watching an anime movie with hubby on Saturday, so I've avoided watching things because I think it's easier for me to fall asleep then than when I'm trying to read something. Though I do that plenty as well. Sorry. I get the feeling my thoughts of random and confused, but I can't clear my head very well.
I can finally sleep on my sides again! I've been sleeping on my back most of the week, but it's not comfortable and it makes me feel like a soldier or something. Though the sides get tired pretty easily, and the moving on and off of them is extremely difficult. I've woken hubby up a lot at night just trying to get comfortable, and that sucks for him.
Starting tomorrow he'll be working full-time again, so I'm gonna be left to my own devices, and I hope I'm ready for that. At worst, I'll lose a little weight because I'm too lazy to get up and get some food. :D At best, I'll be able to handle the moving around better.
He's waiting to watch something with me, so I'm gonna go now. Love ya'll, and hope this was somewhat informative. Jya ne~!
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