Good Morning Readers— assuming there are any left after my extended absence. Allow me to bring you up to speed about what’s happening here in my little corner of the planet.
A little over a week ago Mr. Big Food tripped, fell, and— as we eventually learned a few days after the fall—fractured his Ischial Remus (a small part of his hip; this is why we have crappy old human anatomy & physiology books). The first 168 hours (24*7) were grueling. Misdiagnoses, pain meds that did not alleviate pain, crutches, walkers, no sleep, forms forms forms, medical administration people who do not know everything but think they do, radiologists on drugs, etc.
Speaking of radiologists on drugs— if you and your spouse or long-time partner do not have each other’s medical powers of attorney stop everything and just do it. It’s not just about pulling the plug. It’s about exercising your power when you need to. It’s about dealing with radiologists on drugs at student health who are worried about loosing their jobs because of HIPPA when you ask nicely for your husband’s x-ray. Yes indeed I do have paperwork authorizing me to act in his stead.
Mr. Big Food is fine. Sit, rest, let it heal.
For my part I put my never-met-a-challenge-I-couldn’t-figure-out hat on and together we commenced to establish a new normal wherein the breakfast table in the Den has been converted to a desk at which he can work, little bit of furniture has been rearranged, and so forth. So we’re living in the den/master bedroom which is pretty big and not too bad.
Thank God for baseball playoffs.
Also— “Marica Cooks John Crippled” highlights the menu on the fridge. So. Much. Cooking.
So there you go and here I am. TTYL. Need to get the yellow split peas soaking. It’s vegetarian Tuesday, after all.