Mistress of Spices

I had a couple of good choices for Saturday night fun though I put those fun choices aside to go to the ER for an infection that felt as if it sprang up out of nowhere aka my bladder. I left Bella with my son's gf, and my son drove me to the ER. I became sick quite suddenly  -- thinking the infection might be cellulitis which is more common in some lymphedema patients. I didn't think I could drive myself to hospital and thought I might have to call an ambulance. I recall the nurse saying my thoughts as I repeated them to him, were all red flags. I was released after a few hours to a waiting room filled with other misfits. I certainly know how to add excitement to an otherwise uneventful weekend.


Antibiotics under my belt (so to speak), Bella and I visited the dog beach on Sunday morning. She loves the ocean though watching her dive head first into the waves makes me kinda nervous most especially at 8:30 am. But she is a brave girl --very much a tomboy dog if that's possible. I don't know what I was expecting - maybe a Dream Barbie corgi.

Because in the dream I touched on briefly when I wrote the other day, the Pioneer Woman complained about my needing to use more deodorant, I went to her website to check out some of her recipes. Yesterday I made her recipe for Spicy Shredded Pork and nearly croaked when I took my first bite. It The meat was far too spicy for me and I have been known to enjoy lots of spice in my food and elsewhere. If you make her recipe, use a smaller can of the chipotle peppers in adobo sauce. 


What might be funny to someone (anyone?) is I go to a lot of effort to cook a spicy scrumptious meal just so I can eat about two ounces of the meat after which my gastric bypassed stomach pouch is full. No way can I eat the tortilla, all the fixins the PW has photographed so beautifully throughout her recipes. After I'm done cooking and I've taken the three minutes required to eat the 2 oz of meat protein,  I have enough left-overs to feed a small homeless encampment or better yet I could feed that man I saw jump (or get thrown) suddenly over the twelve foot retaining wall -- flopping face first onto Highway 17 early this morning carrying a plastic bag with all his worldly goods. Bet he has room for spice in his life or at least inside that bag.


I guess there's no real point to this post except to let you know (as if you cared) that sometimes I'm not allowed the opportunity to make the fun choices when deciding what I'll do on a Saturday night, even if the male nurse was cute, and despite the doctor, upon my telling him that I had lymphedema (when asked about my condition(s) and while he was staring at my creepy toes), "Oh, is THAT why your legs look like that?!" I thought my physicality would improve when I got to the ER, and it did though I'm thinking I'll need to go someplace else to gain back some self-esteem after his comment. Granted there are some real weirdos in the ER in Santa Cruz so maybe my lymphedema-ed legs slipped me into the weirdo category from this doctor's perspective -- though I'm guessing it was the splash of pink in my hair AND the creepy toes and now that the Pioneer Woman says I need to use deodorant, I fit right into creep.


We have a 60% chance of rain and throughout the week the weather folk say to expect more of the same. The skies are gloomy. I've already taken Bella on three walks just this morning and watched a gopher eat a whole freshly blooming tulip out of my garden. Can't gophers look go someplace else to spice up their lives? Like maybe the middle of highway 17?