I am continually amazed by how my husband and I handle a crisis. Like clockwork and without fail, whenever I’m ill he is well enough to care for me. When he has fallen ill, it’s generally around the time I begin feeling better from whatever has been ailing me. The only time I can think of when this didn’t happen was when I had surgery to remove a lump on my breast and the very next day Craig stepped into one of the holes he’d been digging for a fence. I had to drive him to the emergency room where we waited to see if he’d broken his foot. Thank goodness he didn’t, but let me tell you – becoming a caretaker less than 24 hours after surgery is the WORST. Overall though, we seem to resemble a pendulum. One moment it swings in my favor and the next moment it swings in his. Truthfully though, we’re starting to think we’re a bit of a joke around here. You know how people are always saying that because people are living longer and are overall healthier that Forty is the new Thirty? Fifty is the new Forty? Well, since when did Forty-three turn into the new Seventy-five? Aren’t we just a little young to be dealing with constant health issues? I mean, come ON!!
It’s Monday and Craig is on his second week off from work. He hasn’t had anything solid to eat in 6 days straight. If he did, you could set his watch to the moment when he’d start becoming violently ill. Six hours in, and it’s not pretty. Tomorrow he has a series of tests that will hopefully determine if it’s a hernia, his gallbladder or something else. We just hope for some kind of answer, so fingers crossed.
In the meantime I’ve been getting creative on how to handle the diet of a man who resembles that of an eighties supermodel: a tic-tac for lunch, clear chicken broth for dinner and an eyelash for dessert.
Seriously, I’ve been shoving up my arm sleeves and digging into some concoctions that will provide protein, vitamins and sustenance until these attacks subside. We started out with smoothies which contained everything but the kitchen sink: fat free ice cream, agave, fat free yogurt, organic frozen berries, spinach leaves, and a banana. Not enough protein however, so now he’s getting scoops of the powdery stuff added to his ‘meals’ which does help keep him fuller for longer periods of time.
So, how am I dealing with all of this? Not as well as I’d like. We are used to eating together, and now that he’s home my entire schedule is out of whack. He needs to have something every couple of hours which makes me want to eat every couple of hours with him. I don’t need to eat that often. But I’ve been doing it. Mistake number one. Mistake number two comes from the stress of the unknown which has always been my nemesis and creates the perfect storm for binge eating. I haven’t done that in many, many months but the longer we go without answers and a plan of action, I seem to be feeling more like a loose cannon. I just don’t deal well when people I love are in pain. Me – I can handle. I’ve spent half of my life in pain, but the moment a crisis like this happens my mind immediately goes to the proverbial medicine cabinet where I look for band-aids in the form of comfort foods. The worst part of all this? Craig is the one who has every right to be thinking about food, not I. I feel guilty and a bit ashamed of myself for this. Keeping our eyes on the prize, though. This week we’ll have the knowledge we need to move forward. I’m going to see to it that we do.
On to some lighter news: I took photos of the house finch nest that’s camouflaged in our wreath just to the left of our front door. See if you can spot it:
..and I finally captured the proud papa sitting on our weeping cherry tree:
He sits there and sings his heart out. I just wish he would have let me take this photo this morning because our cherry tree is in FULL bloom now. It would have made a spectacular photo, him surrounded by white blossoms.
Hope you’re all having a good Monday.