Ugh, I’m getting old and decrepit. If it’s not one thing, it’s another – get this. So, I finally get completely off Lexapro (good!), and start having another round of nausea and dizziness (not so good). Then the nausea and dizziness start getting better (good!), and I fuck up my right knee somehow (bad). I don’t do anything for about a week, to see if it’ll go away on its own, but no, of course not, it has to get WORSE. Like, much worse. Like, going up or down a set of stairs makes my eyes water. Or, every so often bending my knee slightly (like to put on clothes, for instance, or whatever) results in a sharp pain that makes me gasp, or on occasion yelp. So I start wearing the Ace knee bandage we have, icing my knee when I’m at home, and using arnica gel, that seems to help. Now my knee is getting better, but I have a wicked fucking sore near one of my back-most teeth, on the inside of my lower left jaw so my tongue rubs against it. It’s raw as fuck, and painful, and I don’t know if it’s oozing or what, but now the left side of my throat hurts and my left lymph node under my jaw is getting swollen. And then! I get home today, take the Ace bandage off thinking, “Well, at least my knee is better,” and as I’m changing into more comfortable clothes (read: jimjams), I bend my knee ever so slightly and get the worse pain yet. I can’t get a break. Oy. But whatever. It’s annoying, and it’s painful, and it definitely makes me more cranky than usual, but it’ll pass eventually.
I promised pictures last time I was here, so here they are. Because my knee’s been fucked up too much to work the sewing machine (which I can’t work with my left leg for some reason), I haven’t gotten a ton of work done on my border print dress. I did trace off an a-shirt to make up a top of sorts – I’m not entirely certain it’ll work, but we’ll see. So there’s the front of the top and the back of the top (it’s a bit bigger, due to the a-shirt’s cut), and then there’s also the scrap afghan I’ve been working on lately, since I can crochet and sit with my leg stretched out and ice on my knee at the same time. It’s folded in quarters, roughly (looks a little uneven, doesn’t it? not quite square), and the black in the bottom left is the center of the afghan.
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Argh. My stupid throat hurts. I’m going to wrap this up as quick as I can so I can go ice my knee and drink some throat coat tea. Fucking lame. Anyway, I’ve also been cooking most of our dinners for the past two weeks, which is kind of a big deal, since Greg pretty much does ALL the cooking ALL the time. I decided not to be such a lazy asshole, and help out, so I made up kind of a menu of recipes, and tried to organize them so that I had as little leftover ingredients as possible – I mean, as little leftover ingredients that didn’t actually get used and ended up just getting tossed. It worked pretty well, and even though it was a lot of prep and stuff from scratch, and I tend to get very bitchy if I get too hungry, I never got ravenous and bitchy. Pretty awesome. And we got to eat stuff cooked from scratch, with a lot more vegetables and fresh ingredients than I usually get. (Greg eats a lot of salad, and I’m trying to be better about salad but quite frankly, it gives me the shits, and I am just not a salad girl.) Greg liked that, and he also liked the break from cooking, even though he helped me quite a bit with veggie prep (especially the onion chopping). And we’ve had plenty of leftovers to take for lunch. Here’s what I’ve made in the past two weeks-ish:
From The Single Vegan (which Greg and I call “the garlic and onion cookbook” since just about every recipe in it has a ton of garlic and onion, not that I’m complaining):
Nasi Goreng (fucking delicious)
Indian Rice (I accidentally skimped a little on the salt and pepper, but otherwise it reminded me of vegetable biryani)
Lentil & Vegetable Pottage (fucking delicious, and dead easy to make – and even Greg loved it, and he’s not a fan of lentils)
Nutty Strawberry Crumble (dessert, pretty good, but not outstanding)
From The New Farm Cookbook (which I think no vegan or vegetarian should be without, it’s fucking awesome):
Sloppy Joes (TVP)
Kidney Beans with Sofrito Americano (pretty delicious)
Spaghetti with TVP Balls (yum!)
From the latest issue of Vegetarian Times:
Edamame Rice Bowls (delicious, but I left the olives out because I hate olives)
Indian Dal Tacos (pretty good, I liked them better than Greg did – the filling would be good with rice, too)
Roasted Tomatillo & Black Bean Tacos (Greg liked these better than I did, but still pretty good)
Jamaican Curried Tempeh Tacos (our favorite of the taco recipes I tried, fucking delish)
Tonight I’m making cookies from New Farm, slightly altered, though – it’s the oatmeal raisin recipe, and I usually add 1/2 cup of chocolate chips to it, but the only raisins we had were grody, so I’m using 1/2 cup each of bittersweet and semisweet chocolate chips, instead of 1/2 cup chocolate chips and 1/2 cup raisins. They’re still pretty good, according to Greg. (I haven’t tried them yet, because of my stupid ass throat. Pobre mio.) And Friday we’re having my favorite grilled chicken recipe from Hot Sour Salty Sweet, with the chicken beast. YUM! (Actually, I have to start it marinating tomorrow night, but whatevs.)
Okay, now I’m going to go be puny and take it easy and probably watch some more Nero Wolfe, or maybe Modern Problems, which we bought from the video store near us (which is closing, boo) and it’s awesome. And drink some hippy herbal tea. We’re about a week and a half away from our New York trip, and I really do not want to be ill for that. Dookie. So send me some “no-puny” vibes or something.
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I was going to leave this as a comment-back to Angelique, but then I figured not everyone checks to see if they got a comment-back, or checks for new comments from other people, and some of you (like Susan) might be interested in the further adventures of Douchebag-from-the-Gym. So here it is.
Angelique suggests he might have been looking at something behind me, or someone else. And I like to try and give people the benefit of the doubt, too, when I can. However, in this case, it was unmistakably directed at me. He was like two feet away, if that, and there was nothing and no one behind me, except for the free weights. I don’t think that nasty look was for the free weights. Also? On my way to the gym a couple days later, I passed him coming from the gym heading for the locker rooms, and he gave me another nasty look. And there was no one around but us two, and I know this because I kept checking to see whether Greg was ahead of me or behind me. I didn’t blog about it that day because I was in a tougher mood and just brushed it off, instead of crying in the shower after my workout. (Which, yes, is what happened that first time. I didn’t want to cop to it, but I totally did. I cried over some bullshit a stranger fobbed onto me. Whatevs. I was pmsing, too, so my skin was a little thinner than it normally is.) Anyway, the guy’s just an ass and a douchebag. That’s my professional opinion.
But let’s talk about happier things, shall we? This week started a little rocky, for me, but it’s gotten so much better, I can’t even tell you. No really, I’ve gotten some awesome news, but it’s gotta stay on the D-L for now. (You like that slang, huh. And only, what, six years out of date?) Also? THE ELFINE SOCKS ARE FINISHED! And they are fucking gorgeous. (Although I’ve worn them twice, and they seem to be felting a little on the sole. That’s dookie.)
Okay, now I’m going to watch the Cup of Joy rap like fifty billion more times (why is it so catchy?), but there will be more later, and PICTURES! Oh yes.
