Diet Diary - Day 12

 April 29, 2002
    Day 12 Saturday April 27, 2002 Duoteam Wrap-Up Party and Reading

      It came and I tried to wake up and read. But I fell back to sleep. The whole day was one of try to get up, try to read, fall back asleep. The wind had raged all night and it had rained for all of one minute.
     
      I had a compelling need to cook something, especially after not consuming more than tapioca and some chocolate yesterday. I decided on baking powder biscuits, except I was being creative. I shredded some Motserella cheese (about 1/3 cup). And added Italian seasoning and 1 teaspoon sugar to the basic recipe. I was making 1/2 a basic 2-Cup recipe. 1 cup flour, 1 1/2 teaspoon baking powder, 3 Tblsp. shortening, 1/2 cup milk. The dough was dry and I handled them into three patties, somewhat thick.
     
      They baked at 375 until crisp on top. Split and lightly buttered (with Smart Balance) they were fabulous.
     
      An hour later, since the kid demanded eggs, I got out mushroom (button) and sliced up 1/2 cup. Into Smart Balance in a med-hot pan I also added 3 scallions chopped up, and 4 cloves of garlic peeled and sliced. When the mushrooms had reduced, I added three eggs and 1/2 Cup of egg white. On med-low, I simmered util "set" then flipped. Serves two. Delicious!
     
      I then made a coffee, and still in my flannel nightgown, went back to bed. I am 1/2 through my PD James Mystery. My son will inevitably interrupt me when I am on the last 6-8 pages, right at the heart of the solution, as per usual. I may strangle him. I am thinking about it.
     
      We dressed and left for the Duoteam after race wrap-up party. I took the van (parking) and got gas ($1.74/gal) and tried to follow the Yahoo driving directions. We ended up in the neighborhood where we have been lost before. Found the house.
     
      Now parties are interesting for me. I have been immersed in medical stuff and technical stuff connected to eLearning and that is the current limit of my conversation. I can't talk technical. I am in a different age group. Our interests are different. The people with children have little children while mine are grown. I did not race. When I mentioned a new PD James novel I got a blank stare so books and writing are out, which I can discuss at RT functions. I can't very well discuss Fabio fan club stuff with guys. For fifteen years I was work stuff and Boy Scouts. Now I am work stuff and hospital. Boring. And I am used to following him around and helping him, and haven't quite got that done with, especially when it took two of us to get him up off the ground (he was holding photos). However, he did get up OK when not clutching things. And he was in and out of the house, up and down two steps, without falling. He did not tire early. I need now to let go. That will take a bit.
     
      Mothers get 18 years or so to work up to letting kids loose from the all-protective embrace. I was set to turn him loose to go away to school when he got sick. I had 18 years to work up to this the first time. I have had a warning that there are 51 more weeks of chemo and then I can let him go. One year to do what it took 18 to do before. That is difficult. If fact, it is more than the time compression, it is the terror of not being there in case of need. I will have to find something to distract me.
     
      I had a bowl of cereal and went to bed. Boy had cereal and a pill. I stumbled out of bed to do his shot at about 12:30AM scolding him for not calling me. I tend to "drop off" the minute I wrap up in the comforter. I had been cold all evening. We had also been upset in that Law&Order was not running at 11PM as per usual. I had caught the end of an Inspector Morse. I had seen it before.