dishes are done...
Jul. 28th, 2001 11:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rootofnewtI met boy on the metro this morning. We'd each crashed at a friend's place, albeit different friends. We came home, showered, then went off to see Planet of the Apes. I was exhausted on the metro and bus ride home, but after getting home and romping with boy, I realized that I couldn't put off going to the grocery store. Boy really wanted Indian food tonight (fortunately, he wanted Tasty Bite Indian, which is uber-quick), but we were out of rice and I wasn't in the mood to make flatbread. Walking down the block isn't a fun prospect when one's all tired and achy, but the thought of making flatbread to accompany dinner was right out, too. Kneading--bad; having boy carry groceries--good.
So we went to MacGruder's and picked up a few things, including rice *and* flatbread. Oh, it was quick rice. I really prefer the real thing, but boil-in-a-bag has its moments. I came home and realized the kitchen was still a mess. One of these days I'm going to have kitchen gnomes, but for now I'm stuff with elbow greasemonkeys. I cleaned the kitchen, which is something boy normally does for me. Then I cooked dinner, which consisted of boiling lots of water and tossing packets in. After most of the food was cooked, I heated up the flatbread. I didn't drop any pots of boiling water today, but I managed to drop each utensil at least once. It's good to know some things don't change.
After dinner, boy took off to watch the opening credits of Iron Chef. Something came over me and I emptied the dishwasher, rinsed the dirty dinner dishes and loaded those in the now-empty dishwasher, and put the leftovers in the fridge.
Dinner clean-up is not my realm. I usually cook, though boy will do it when I'm not feeling up to it. He does clean-up duty almost all the time. He usually handles emptying the dishwasher, too. I feel bad, but it's a necessity with fibro/CFIDS and carpal tunnel. I break too many dishes. They're hard to hold on to and seem to triple in weight instantaneously. Corelle is pretty hardy, but my pattern is discontinued, so I don't want to break any more of my set.
I'm very proud of myself for doing so much today and last night (very full schedule). There was a time when I took my abilities for granted. I could run or swim several miles, climb a rock face, handle complex equations, or speak at length on Soviet nuclear submarines (in Russian). Now I'm thrilled when I can walk down the block to the Russian market and read the ingredient labels on the candy. I don't take it for granted, though.
I've spent days and weeks in bed. I've gone through periods when I couldn't comprehend written English. The toll invisible illnesses take on one's body and mind is staggering. In spite of all I've gone through and how far it seems I've fallen, I consider myself incredibly lucky. I have friends who are far sicker, folks who must stay in bed. I have friends who are dying of terminal illness. I've still got my relative health and, when I take care of myself, my mind.
I've also realized that I have a lot of time to get to know myself. I have friends who don't have thetime--or the energy--to think about who they really are. I know who I am and, more importantly, I both love and like me. *Me* I think that's a pretty cool accomplishment. I'd say it's worth all the pain and brain fog, but I'm not stupid. ;)
And I think a very comfy bed is calling me now. mmmm, bed.
So we went to MacGruder's and picked up a few things, including rice *and* flatbread. Oh, it was quick rice. I really prefer the real thing, but boil-in-a-bag has its moments. I came home and realized the kitchen was still a mess. One of these days I'm going to have kitchen gnomes, but for now I'm stuff with elbow greasemonkeys. I cleaned the kitchen, which is something boy normally does for me. Then I cooked dinner, which consisted of boiling lots of water and tossing packets in. After most of the food was cooked, I heated up the flatbread. I didn't drop any pots of boiling water today, but I managed to drop each utensil at least once. It's good to know some things don't change.
After dinner, boy took off to watch the opening credits of Iron Chef. Something came over me and I emptied the dishwasher, rinsed the dirty dinner dishes and loaded those in the now-empty dishwasher, and put the leftovers in the fridge.
Dinner clean-up is not my realm. I usually cook, though boy will do it when I'm not feeling up to it. He does clean-up duty almost all the time. He usually handles emptying the dishwasher, too. I feel bad, but it's a necessity with fibro/CFIDS and carpal tunnel. I break too many dishes. They're hard to hold on to and seem to triple in weight instantaneously. Corelle is pretty hardy, but my pattern is discontinued, so I don't want to break any more of my set.
I'm very proud of myself for doing so much today and last night (very full schedule). There was a time when I took my abilities for granted. I could run or swim several miles, climb a rock face, handle complex equations, or speak at length on Soviet nuclear submarines (in Russian). Now I'm thrilled when I can walk down the block to the Russian market and read the ingredient labels on the candy. I don't take it for granted, though.
I've spent days and weeks in bed. I've gone through periods when I couldn't comprehend written English. The toll invisible illnesses take on one's body and mind is staggering. In spite of all I've gone through and how far it seems I've fallen, I consider myself incredibly lucky. I have friends who are far sicker, folks who must stay in bed. I have friends who are dying of terminal illness. I've still got my relative health and, when I take care of myself, my mind.
I've also realized that I have a lot of time to get to know myself. I have friends who don't have thetime--or the energy--to think about who they really are. I know who I am and, more importantly, I both love and like me. *Me* I think that's a pretty cool accomplishment. I'd say it's worth all the pain and brain fog, but I'm not stupid. ;)
And I think a very comfy bed is calling me now. mmmm, bed.
