I woke up this morning grumpy. Friday night I took my first Trazodone, I finally got over my fear and decided to face the beast. I was ready. I woke several times during the night needing suction. I hate, no I loathe suctioning. Especially now, because it seems I am getting out more blood than the goopy crap. The fact that suctioning is a lot like choking yourself with a long skinny device does not help. Anyway, I am grumpy. I hurt and nothing and I mean nothing is able to make me feel better. Well maybe?
I decided that I am going to cook. I love to cook. I have not made a meal that didn’t include the microwave or making a sandwich in a long time. I am making pasta. Yesterday, I had my caregiver go shopping for me because I was not able to do it. One of the things I do miss doing for myself, picking out my own food in the grocery store, but I do it when I can.
I simply put butter in a pan with sliced mushrooms, sweet Italian sausage links with tomatoes, onion powder, garlic, sea salt, pepper, basil, and oregano over spaghetti pasta. I was in heaven. It feed my grumpy soul. While eating, Nicholas and I sat and watched Julie and Julia on my lap top in my bedroom. I felt comforted. This cold, grumpy November day I learned that every now and again this woman needs comforting.
What brings comfort to you when you are grumpy?
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