So I thought that I should update everyone on my update free
zone. The doctors have run pretty much
every test that a neurologist and rheumatologist can come up with. I still have a few more to go and then after
that, a second opinion I guess.
The latest happening in my fun wander through the system is
that I have exceeded my drug allowance for my year. And my pain pills are apparently $141 dollars
now. We live on a budget. That took up the dog food, entertainment, and
half the grocery money. So if you see
one of us on the street please do something entertaining so we have something
to talk about and then slip us a can of dog food.
One of the things I started doing even when I was working
was planning our meals. I found it so
much easier to come home and know what I was making and have all the
ingredients I needed. Occasionally I get
too lazy to do it and then spend a week hunting for ingredients. And then I remember how easy it is to plan
and I begin again.
We get our meat from the farm. We are lucky to get this. Sometimes we run out of meat before the next
beef is ready. When this happens we eat
more chicken and fish. This time I
planned for a vegetarian meal. Apparently
I broke some sort of meat lover’s law.
It was called Popeye Pasta in one of the Company’s Coming
cookbooks. Angel hair pasta, roma
tomatoes, feta cheese and spinach, yummy stuff. My son looked at the meal and said “No
meat! Is this even food?” My daughter said “You know what would make
this awesome, chicken and bacon!” To
which my husband responded “ Sounds like some people need jobs!”
He sounds all supportive this time, but a few years ago I
ate vegetarian burgers some times and I enjoyed them. So I brought home some tofu dogs, and veggie
burgers for supper. I didn’t tell anyone
but just put everything on the table and everyone started eating. The kids were eating the hot dogs not saying
a word. My husband says “What’s wrong
with these hotdogs?” I replied, “Nothing”
coupled with a “look “, which apparently he missed because he took another bite
and said “Seriously are these old or something, they taste weird. Should we keep eating them?” I replied with a nastier “look” “I tried a
different brand.” Response, “I don’t know
about these. What do you think
kids? Are these okay”
Stopping half way through eating the kids said, “Yeah these
do taste weird.” And they stopped
eating. So I had to admit to the tofu
dogs mostly to get my husband to stop talking.
The kids could not be talked into another bite. And my dream of healthy eating went up in
barbque smoke.
I wish everyone a
happy Halloween! Have a great day!!
PS We really don’t need dog food but the entertainment can’t
hurt!
