At least that’s what it’s done to me. I like food. I like to look at it, smell it, prepare it and eat it. I don’t like limits put on my food. Making my gallbladder happy has done that very thing. I can’t eat anything with protein because that automatically brings with it fat and/or fiber. Raw food is out except for bananas. I picked up a mango today, smelled it and was so sad that I couldn’t eat it. I like savory food. Food with taste. Food with spice. Sweet, salty, sour, spicy, bitter. Food with umami. And, no, umami doesn’t have to have anything animal-related in it. Then there’s fruit. All the fresh fruit in the world is verboten except for bananas. I like bananas but I don’t like having to eat NOTHING but bananas as my fresh food. No greens. No tomatoes. No cucumbers. No eggplant. No squash. No garlic. No onion. The list can go on and on but I’m already doing that so it doesn’t have to.
Last night was a good night. No cramping feet or aching back. I approve.
When I woke this morning, I was feeling good. Not good enough to hunt bears with a switch but maybe a bear cub. It would have to be one without its mother, though. Getting out of bed was an altogether different story. I felt almost lightheaded but not quite. It was a strange feeling but I put all thoughts of cleaning the house from top to bottom out of my mind.
Going out to find some sun (none was visible), I heard sounds coming from the little what used to be a well house. I went to investigate and it was my cousin sweeping up the remains of some broken jars. That reminded me I’d broken two of my favorite glasses recently. I started out with seven (I got them at a salvage place and there wasn’t a full set) and have broken one now and then until I’m now down to two. I’ve looked all over for that particular glass but to no avail. It’s nothing fancy. I just like it. When I was living at home and something got broken, Mother would say, “Well, that’s less to move.”
The darkening sky cut our visit short and it started to rain shortly after I got to the house. I had just finished sipping the rest of my quart of water when the phone rang—at noon. It was DD. We talked about all sorts of things but mainly my gallbladder with its impending demise, tiny houses and her job. There were things I tried to tell her that I couldn’t for the life of me remember. I don’t know how many times I said, “Well, it really doesn’t matter.” After almost an hour and three quarters, we hung up.
DD was the only one of my children who responded to my email updates so I sent a Facebook message to each of my daughters-in-law to notify them of my impending surgery. DS1 called me this afternoon. Once again, I had to fall back on, “It really doesn’t matter.”
Twinkle’s cat box got a good cleaning. I did it outside and that was much more pleasant.
My CIL figured he could eat another mango so I took him one. I’ll have to peel and freeze the others tomorrow. I’d planned to do it today but forgot about it until too late.
I put a load of laundry into the washer and heard the washer beep but then I forgot it. It was a long time later when I put the clothes in the dryer but I didn’t close and start it. Walking through the kitchen, I glanced into the utility room and saw the dryer lid still open so I started it. I did remember to take the clothes out, fold them and put them away.
My food today has been a banana, toast with jelly, crackers, rice, cereal with nothing on it (it really needs almond milk) and I can’t remember anything else. I’ve been craving something like peanut butter, fried potatoes, a salad slathered with lime juice and olive oil. All the things I should not/cannot eat.
I’ve been bragging about Twinkle but that time is over. I had to chase her out of the bedroom this morning so I could shoot myself in the leg. This evening, she saw me pull the dropper out of her B-12 bottle and she fled. I followed her across the kitchen to the dining room into the living room where she hid under the rebounder. Grabbing the balance bar, I pulled it over and EXPOSED her. (My sister, now deceased, who used to live in the Great Northwest took great glee in telling the child me a boy was going to EXPOSE me. When she’d say that, it would scare the bejeebers out of me.) When she realized she was no longer hiding, she was off to the bedroom. I caught her before she got to the door and forced her to comply. She wasn’t happy. Neither was I.
Changes are afoot. I won’t say what but I’ll bet you’ll see tomorrow.