Butter side down

I enjoyed the responses to yesterday's question blog.  I have to admit that it was not my first thought for that post.  When you drop a piece of buttered toast on the floor and it falls butter side down, that is an indicator of how the rest of your day is going to go.  While I did in fact have a piece of buttered toast blended up with my dinner tonight, yesterday was a butter side down kind of a day without any bread.

I kept clogging up the syringe with my breakfast which made me late for my massage appointment. Mia worked some magic and gave me encouragement that I am making progress towards healing although it doesn't feel like it at times.

My voice decided to give out well before noon, which makes for a frustrating day.  While I have to supplement with notes or magnadoodle, speaking is so much easier that writing everything.  When I knew I couldn't speak in the hospital it was one thing, but to be resigned to it again was beyond aggravating.

Again I had hassles with the syringe at lunch time.  Not any serious clogs, just having a hard time and having to keep emptying and refilling the syringe.  I guess I shouldn't complain when a meal takes five minutes, but still.  Clogs also often cause food spray, which is just lovely all over you and the kitchen.

When you are already edgy, anything else will push you over the edge quite quickly.  Questions kept getting pitched at me on the drive to/from ballet but no one could understand my answers.  Karissa is quick to say, "Can you write that down?" which is great, but not really practical at 55 miles per hour.  I was so frustrated by the time we got home I was nearly in tears.

Also when you are edgy, you are not very careful.  I took the new blender apart to wash before usage as recommended and promptly lacerated my finger.  Blood and I are not friends.  After Kelly cleaned up the wound and double bandaged it (I bled through the first one immediately), I had to finish cleaning up the blender so I could make dinner.  I will say the Ninja blender took beef stew down the perfect consistency in short order.  Kelly won't have to eat a quarter of a cow by himself after all.

Homework is a challenge for me because I cannot speak for very long.  By this point in the evening I had nothing left, so Karissa only finished math.  I had to chase her into the shower to wash out the plaster of hair spray from our first go at the bun.

At this point, I'm done.  I'm so done that I opened valves in the wrong order after injecting my Pepcid dose into the tube and ended up running stuff out everywhere.  Since clearly the whole dose, and a whole lot more, came out, I went to draw up another dose and noticed the prescription label says "take by mouth." That was the last straw.  A hot shower was the last redeeming feature of the evening.

Lest you worry that today has continued to be butter side down, rest assured that is not the case.  Jen came and picked me up this morning.  You know the post office and Toys R Us are not usually that exciting, but getting out of the house is huge!  Just sitting in the parking lot and chatting was wonderful.  It was the perfect refreshing break I needed.

Sheri came over and gave me Bun Making 101 today after school. Yay for Sheri and for industrial strength hair spray.  I think I will get an early start on Friday since I also have to find the theater in Springfield as well.  I also gave the chickens fresh straw, food, water and corn to prep them for the cold evening and brought in some wood for a fire.  No logs, just kindling, don't freak out.

The blenderizing went better today.  It isn't too bad when I'm having what everyone else is having so the only extra dirty dishes are the measuring cups and the blender.  Tonight I managed to dirty two bowls, two measuring cups, the juicer, the immersion blender, a spoon and a syringe.  A lot of mess for not that many calories.  Now I see why people make a lot and freeze it.

On the medical front, the stitches in my neck are starting to unravel, for lack of a better word.  It now kind of looks like if you pulled the string, my neck would open like a feed sack.  There is a pleasant image to sign off.  Until tomorrow!