Having spent my very limited energy supplies the last two days making and canning turkey stock, cooking was completely beyond me tonight. Even a quick omelet in the table-top cooker from Grammie felt overwhelming. So, I had a mug of turkey stock for dinner. And it was good. Strawberryocalypse has begun for my CSA, so it’s strawberries for desert and food-to-accompany-meds.
Still alive. Still wobbly from this weekend. My bandage changes are a nightmare, but still better than last time this happened. I made some wonderful zucchini bread last night that is now being breakfast. It isn’t as cakey as my mother would make, but I like it.
Last night, I hemorrhaged. By luck, my upstairs neighbour is a doctor and was home. She managed to get the bleeding under control without having to take me to the emergency room, but it was touch and go for a while. Today is made of rest and fluids.
Life happens in 4 hour windows
I eat and take a pain pill. Then I sleep. I wake up. I eat and take a pain pill. I tend the cats and futz around the house. Ziggy, nursecat extraordinaire, paces around me, boxing my feet and nagging me to go back to bed. As the 4 hours comes to a close, the pain creeps up, reminding me it lurks behind the medical haze. So, I eat and take a pain pill. Then I sleep.
Surgery went well. I’ve been sleeping since I got home.
One Day at a Time
Landlord visit has come and gone. She was happy with how well I’ve been keeping the place (lulz). She is even going to talk to the owner about buying me new curtains because mine are so old and stained.
Surgery Round 2
Next round of surgery will be crack of dawn on Friday. A coworker will drive me to the surgery centre, a different one will pick me up and take me home after. This should be the last surgery (for a while at least).
Because I can’t catch a break with a net, the cyst that almost killed me over 10 years ago came back and I had emergency surgery today.
The box of things my aunt decided should be mine from my grandmother’s house included several very pretty shawls and scarves that can be used as throws and runners around the apartment without looking out of place, thus saving me having to buy a throw to cover the damage the cats did to the carpet.
The crew was here for 8 hours before I ran out of cope. They did everything I asked for and a bit more. Ziggy and Lintilla are traumatized. Not even pawbreakers are enough to coax them out from under the bed. All this space is making me nervous.
I’m not saying it’s a good plan, but it is a plan and gives me a way forward past the current crisis. Tomorrow - Rent a storage locker. Also attempt to schedule Saturday with professionals. Thursday/Friday - More cleaning and sorting. Phone calls to arrange for Saturday if not accomplished earlier. Saturday - Movers to take all of Mount Boxmore to the storage locker. Haulers remove...
And then my fridge died. Again.
Time Waster DuJour
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This weekend’s* Stockapalooza was brought about by the death of the fridge making me aware of just how many bones and vegetable scraps I’d been saving for making stock “someday”. There were also some cuts that were defrosted and frozen multiple times during the fridge shuffle that were no longer fit for anything else. The list: Chicken - done Vegetable - done Lamb ...
I decided to give myself a 5 day weekend. Because I could. In between bouts of losing, I have been quite productive. I cleaned and repaired my pressure canner, cleaned and repaired my recumbent trike, made a gallon of laundry soap, descaled the tea kettle, and canned 6 quarts of chicken stock. I have a pot of veggie stock on the stove to be canned tonight and tomorrow we will tackle Mount Laundry...
Losing is fun
Thorny: My successful fortress has reached the point where it is dying to lag. 265 dorfs and 300 animals. The last year, goblins killed every single caravan and the mountain homes stripped my local count of his title for failing to protect the caravans, so he sulked in the crypt until he starved to death.
Thorny: Oh, and an ancient evil fire breather set everything not inside my walls on fire, killing all the local wildlife and plants.
Sixar: oh, god
Thorny: I'm ready to just call it a success and start a new one, because seriously, the lag is sooo bad
Thorny: I can't really call it a failure. I mean, sure, it sucks to be outside the walls, but we have pets for everyone, a steady milk business, 10000 units of food (I wish I was making that up, everyone but my cooks got frozen by lag for a season) and 500 units of booze. Sure, the king under mountain wants us dead and the goblins are all wearing elf heads as hats, but the food is GREAT