Yesterday, as I was doing my thing, my JB called me a hamster.
(As in the really cute little furry rodents that many children have to have as pets despite their mother's aversions to willingly allowing rodents to come and live in their currently rodent-free homes.)
And when I replied with a stunned expression and a very loud "WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?"
(I didn't mean for it to be so loud, but my head was clanging like a bell because the TeeVee was turned up loud enough to hear it on the International Space Station...yup...we're THOSE people).
He explained that he felt like he was watching a hamster run their little heart out on a wheel while getting absolutely nowhere.
OK.
So.
I'm a hamster.
Today I am completely hung over from the Notre Dame vs Clemson game that ended in a 47-40 victory for my Irish in overtime, and then several hours of fretting and worrying about the eleventy thousand kids that stormed the field and practiced no social distancing whatsoever.
(I'm told that the student body was tested and no positive individual was permitted into the stadium, but I'm a fretter, so fret I must.)
I was going to pack my clothes and comfort bag/tote today, but I am already re-thinking my hospital bag and the stitching projects I packed into my hotel bag, and whether or not the toiletry bag makes sense, and if my hospital robe is too long, and...
So I decided to chill and rest today and sit at the dining room table and handle paperwork, mask orders, and playing in my day planner before making soup and a lovely chicken salad for dinner.
On the food front, I ate pizza on Friday night and was so miserable mentally about it that I was super careful yesterday and only had salad and a little cottage cheese. The scale this morning tells me I am still exactly where I need to be, so I will be super careful again today and get back to my vegetable soup this week.
Now that I've met the 112kg goal for transplant, I am now trying for 110kg to give me some wiggle room, and then eventually try for an end of year weight of under 100kg.
Our weather here in Hoosierville could not be prettier...sunny, gorgeous skies with temps in the 70's. I hope to take a nice walk later, but we'll have to see how I feel once my damn good kicks in.
No stitching to show, Dearies. I was too busy having a nervous breakdown over the game and thinking about what to pack and unpack and repack to settle down with needle and thread. I'll remedy that today, though!
Happy Sunday! Come tell me all about life in your corner of the world today!
I thought the very same thing about the students, all thrust together on the field, and did you see the maskless girl with flip flops jump out of the stands onto the field? Geez! Anyway it was a really exciting history make game for our beloved Irish 💚 Enjoy your Sunday, your dinner sounds fab!
ReplyDeleteWishing you nothing but health and the best of luck in the coming weeks:)!
ReplyDeletePS, you’re blog comment lady who sits inside the blog must really like me, as she posts my comments three times, always, but you only have to read it once...so sorry 🤦🏻♀️
ReplyDeleteDon't they supplies robes etc in the hospital? I was hospitalized 3 times over the summer and they seemed to prefer me using hospital issued garb? Don't fret so much!
ReplyDeleteI feel like that hamster sometimes too, especially after a round of steroids! I was wondering, would you share your soup recipe?
ReplyDeleteSautee celery, carrots, onion, garlic, cabbage, and mushrooms (all chopped) in olive oil until tender. Add a dash of Lawry's seasoned salt, parsley, and....here's the genius part...three packets of no sodium chicken bouillon. Then, a can of seasoned diced tomatoes, frozen corn, frozen peas, and enough water to make soup consistency and you're good to go!
DeleteOoh no wonder you were on tenterhooks - that was a pretty close game! Social distancing, or lack thereof, is something that most countries are finding there are people who are either selfish or just thoughtless, I guess they just got caught up in the moment of traditional storming of the pitches/fields (if it is traditional - seems to happen a lot in all sorts of games over here).
ReplyDeleteBut fret ye not about your packing. You have prepared so well - if things aren't used, it doesn't matter - they are there if you need or want them. As for your gown, if it is long and your feet are cold, tuck them in (if you can) or you can strut your stuff along the wards and corridors with a train with the doctors and nurses as your entourage!
Great news about the weight. Today I had to have an annual blood pressure test. I stopped taking the tablets as my pressure kept dropping and I was almost fainting at times. Once I timed out in a restaurant and unbeknown to me (I thought I was still fine and talking) they were about to call an ambulance when I snapped out like nothing happened. Apparently my conversation consisted of grunting. Oh well at least my head didn't drop in my dinner - it could have been mistaken for oinking! Weight 100kg. Blood pressure normal. Coni you can do this breathing space target and you can do the rest. You are soooo blooming close! The more you lose the lighter you feel and your counter will tick away the distances that you feel more able to cover. And you won't be looking like a sumo wrestler with Wellington boots trying to get out of the mud while chasing ducks back into their pen! xxx
My husband would say I resemble that remark! And he definitely keeps the TV that loud which causes me to have a short temper when trying to have a conversation.
ReplyDeleteGlad your Irish won, Coni! It has been beautiful here as well. I drove up to see my Mom yesterday and it was a very nice visit (frame shop, lunch collected to go, and a good chat).
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