Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Strolling on a Wednesday

I was given a mission this morning by my mom. I was to walk down the street to the Cancer Support Center and find her the perfect turban that stays on while she sleeps. It was nice to be outside the hospital.

There are two types of cancer patients/surviors--those who embrace relay for life and support and those like my mom, who don't talk about it. It was a big step for her to allow me to pick out a turban.  I picked out two cute ones--a leopard print one (it looks feisty like my mom) and a black one. Black goes with everything.

I have been good but my ED is starting to act up. I don't really have safe and fear foods but there are certain l like to eat throughout a week. Well, I do I think. I have certain food quirks:
--I love peanut butter and jelly but only if it is my pb and j. I need to know when the peanut butter, jelly and bread were purchased.
--Chicken salad has all of the ingredients I had if they were served separately--eggs and pickles.
--Mustard and ketchup are yucky. And washing the burger off will not fool me. (I know what you did S.)
These are some of my quirks. I am trying to be more open-minded. I try one new food a week. Thanks to this hospital, I don't need to try any new foods in the real world until mid-September.

This hospital is nationally known for its food. So I am taking it one meal at a time. For breakfast, my mom had blueberry pancakes, eggs and sausage. Sounds good. I like plain pancakes with syrup and sausage links to dip in the syrup. I love blueberry muffins but pancakes are different. I tried them but didn't care for them. So I took one for the team. I ate one of the pancakes because it made a very sick woman happy to see once very sick daughter eat. I don't like like fruit in or on my pancakes. But it made her happy.

I love my mom but being in a hospital room together can be slightly stressful. We haven't lived under the same roof since I was 15 years-old. We kind of snapped at each other early this morning. My mom needed to use the porta potty. I was cool with that until she decided she was going to sit up and watch some tv with me. It was 1:30 a.m. She slept throughout the day. I didn't. I was doing phone interviews, writing stories, giving relatives updates, exploring the hospital and talking with nurses. I tried to nap but if the nurses come in and find my mom asleep, they will wake me up to get an answer. Hospitals are the worst places to sleep. So from midnight to 6 a.m., I expect to get at least 4 hours of sleep. My mom couldn't understand why I was so tired. "It's not like you have to work tomorrow," she said. I bit my tongue and simply said, "I'm tired. I will be napping. Let me know when you are ready to go back to bed."

I am going to use the downtime now to take a nap before lunch comes in. I am not sure what it will be. I deliberately left so my mom could pick out a meal for herself. It is suppose to be a scorcher today so I will be hanging in the room or walking the inside perimeter. However, I did make a special trip to see my construction guys. My hot and gorgeous shirtless construction guys. It's great to be a Silly Girl.

Daily Dose

1. Fresh pineapple is awesome.

2. Shirtless construction guys

3. Tonight is Top Chef. I have really gotten into cooking shows.

3 comments:

  1. I wish it were warmer here. I'm freezing this morning and we have the lovely westerly winds, which are cold. I hope you get some sleep soon. Not sleeping sucks. I get so cranky when I don't sleep or don't sleep well. I hope you're doing okay.
    *hugs*
    Sarah

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  2. Sometimes a nap is all we need to renew us! I hope you can catch them here and there. Yes, hospitals are the worst places to sleep...or nap! It's good that you are recognizing your food quirks and finding peace in letting them be while you keep an open mind. sigh So tough this thing called life!!

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  3. Be careful about not getting enough sleep. For me, that's when the ED thoughts and actions really start to kick in (I can't deal with a lack of sleep for long; that was my downfall in February - going to bed at 3 and getting up at 7 or 8 to make up assignments)

    I wish it were cooler here! Michigan is experiencing one of the warmest (and mostly humid - yuck is all I can say to that!) summers I remember. That also makes it hard to eat. Just be careful.

    {{{hugs}}}

    Angela

    P.S. I need to find me some hot and gorgeous construction guys to check out!

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