It’s been a busy day. The pain is still there, and I started with a few more unpleasant symptoms tonight. I see the Dr on Monday.
Meanwhile, I made Supper for the men. I diced up ham and put it in the pressure cooker with spring onions, potatoes, dill, paprika and cumin. I topped it off with chicken stock mixed with a little flour. I put it on 10 pounds pressure for about 15 minutes, and Supper was ready. It ended up being a form of scalloped potatoes and ham. It worked, and the fellers loved it.
I finally broke down and used the mosquito spray that has been sitting on the back shelf for awhile. I don’t like it because it affects my breathing, but it’s only slightly better than the alternative of getting attacked by about 7000 mosquitoes.
Evil insane little demonic monsters. I hate them with a passion.
Meanwhile, I’m sticking with liquids for myself, as the pain just isn’t worth the effort of solids at this time. Again, I see the Dr on Monday.
Tim helped me with the chores, or I’d still be there trying to get any of them started. He learned that the wringer washer and I are best buddies. At least while I’m feeling like this.
Some of the clothes didn’t come out as well as I would like them to, however I’m at the point of desperation that a few stains are nothing compared to wearing mostly clean clothes.
I wore sweats all day today, and I’m not planning to change until morning.
I’m half tempted to sleep on the deck tonight. Pain level being what it is the recliner we have out there is almost the only comfort I get at this point. If I do, I will use a sleeping bag, and just plug in my phone. I just can’t handle the pain tonight.
The main worry with this problem is that I’m diabetic. This isn’t my first rodeo. Since I’m on a liquid diet, I am taking Metamucil, well at least a generic version. However, we do have fruit juice in the house. So, I’m using that to keep my sugars up at a satisfactory level. Solid food, no way in heck it’s going to work.
By the way, I was asked today if the smell of the food I was cooking bothered me, as in wasn’t I hungry. The answer I gave was, “Just go eat.” In reality, it wasn’t appealing. The pain just isn’t worth it. The caveat on this: I’d do anything for a corndog right now. Oh well, life gets teejious don’t it…
That’s all for tonight. Take care.
Louise Ann Benjamin