Warning: Very little knitting content, but alot of whining and self-pity in this post.
I'm still sick. I broke down and went to the doctor. He's a terrific doctor, and always makes me feel better, if not physically, then in spirit. He has a chart on his wall that shows intestines, and bowels, and a lady holding her stomach, in pain with IBS. I told him I felt like the IBS chick, and he ordered some tests. Hopefully, relief is in sight, because it's been more than 3 weeks, and all this Gravol is making me loopy.
So Kitten-Chow, Zelda and I have been hanging around on the sofa alot this week.
And my Dale Fox sweater- I have put it aside, probably never to be finished. I decided that I wasn't feeling the love, and was resenting any time I spent working on it, so on to other things. This represents progress for me, because I refuse to feel any guilt about this.
I also went through any unfinished projects and frogged them, because I'm not going to waste time on something I'm not absolutely happy about.
I have lots to be happy about- Laura has started her college courses, and seems to like her subjects, and I am so glad that she has found something that she can make a living at, that also interests her. As well, FC is lining up a job for Alex, and he can make some money, and get some work experience in his chosen field. The job market is still pretty unsteady, but I have confidence in both of my kids. I admire them both, alot.
I have yet to decide whether eating is actually helping, or not. I must be the only idiot on the planet that can be sick, and still gain weight. Which led me to thinking about food, and all the hang-ups I have. For instance:
- I don't like bananas, but I like banana flavoured things. There is a very small window of opportunity when they become slightly speckled, and only then can I contemplate actually eating one.
- Fruit, such as peaches and plums, have to be rock hard. Any hint of juiciness, and all bets are off. I abhore messy fruit, even oranges. If it's messy, I don't want it.
- Mangoes, need to be firm, ripe, but firm- again, a small window of mango opportunity.
-Steak has to have ketchup- and I know how gross it is, but Alex is the same.
-Chocolate is not my favorite thing. Some people think that is weird.
-FC does this weird Italian thing, where he pours coffee on his corn flakes. I have to leave the house, because the smell is revolting. He doesn't do that anymore.
-I prefer dark turkey meat, and the only way I can eat the white breast meat is in a sandwich with tons of mayo.
-I don't care for tomatoes, but sliced in a toasted tomato sandwich with mayo and s&p- they're divine.
- I don't understand why they put those tiny corn cob things into Chinese food- it must be some sort of joke.
- Raw rutabaga is terrific.
- I don't understand why they still make sliced, white, squishy bread. If they didn't sell it, then kids wouldn't get addicted to it.
-My father, (and I noticed my brother) pile up their Chinese food in one big heap. How do you taste anything, and know what is what?
-Can't tolerate spice of any kind, and when I smell those wonderful curries, I feel cheated and ripped off. Even if I am assured it isn't spicey, I've fallen for that too many times, and now I have curry-trust issues.
-I can eat a green pepper, and still be burping it two weeks later.
-I love corn, but it doesn't love me- enough said.
So, if you've read this far, you know alot about me. FC says my neuroses extend beyond the realm of food, but we really don't want to discuss his issues.
You'll have to trust me on that one. Have a great week, and stay healthy.