I think I may have done something, if not illegal, then certainly immoral with some rump steak – I made steak and onions. Now this may be perfectly acceptable with some high folotting celebrity chef but I was brought up to make steak and onions, hotpot and such like with stewing steak and as it seems to be labelled now braising steak.
B had asked constantly today what I wanted for my tea and I had absolutely no idea. Well okay, it was probably about twice but seemed a lot more. At lunch he started to suggest things and at the point where he said soup I had to say ‘I think you should stop mentioning food or I’m gonna throw up’. Later in the afternoon he nipped out for some milk and wanted to know again – but although I don’t feel queasy all the time I don ’t feel particularly like eating. B asked should he get some bread but the thought of bread turned my stomach at the time – indeed yesterday I made up some barm cakes for B but had some Ryvitas myself – just as well really since it turned out the barm cakes I’d used had a use by date of the 28th!
So tea time-ish today I went into the kitchen and looked at the rump steak in the fridge and thought ‘I couldn’t eat that fried but I could eat it in steak and onions’ so that’s what I did with it – I have to admit without chopping it into smaller pieces – I just wopped it in a pan to brown and then covered it with stock – chicken as we were out of beef. B peeled the potatoes and we had it with mash and what I managed to eat stayed down unlike Sunday’s cottage pie.
It was, in B’s opinion, excellent. He wasn’t being immodest as he hadn’t made it. I decided to tackle the mince meat while B was out walking with Bud. I donned a pair of disposable gloves and tackled the carrots and onion – better safe than sorry on the bacteria front. B again peeled the potatoes for the topping and I remembered to do some veg to accompany it, unlike tonight’s meal. I was enjoying it when suddenly I felt the urge to hurl and B passed me the poop bag lined sick bowl that’s stowed at the side of the settee just in time. I did manage to finish off what was on my plate once I’d been sick.
Buddy has a reaction to seeing a sick bowl – he gets all anxious. In this instance B passed me the bowl and before I’d even ejected the cottage pie Bud was up off his mat and over near the curtains looking at me funny. I think it’s because his reaction is to come check I’m okay but it results in B telling him to get on his mat and when he doesn’t do it immediately B gets louder while I try and slope off to the stairs so I’m not throwing up in front of B while he’s trying to finish his food. So it’s got to the point where I just have to move a sick bowl and Bud reacts.
Other than being a bit off my food I’ve still felt reasonably alright. I have felt particularly tired today and didn’t go to armchair yoga this afternoon as I just didn’t have the energy/enthusiasm. It had taken me the best part of an hour to go upstairs to set up the printer to work wirelessly – and in fact must have been fatigued as I didn’t even have the energy to threaten the netbook/printer when it didn’t work straight away.
I’ve also been a bit bunged up. I thought that once I was home I’d start being regular again – isn’t this a lovely subject? It was so hard to go in the Royal especially on the toilet I ended up using from my cupboard. More people walked past the door than go through Heathrow in the length of a day. Plus at Heathrow you don’t get people stood outside with drip machines beeping while you’re trying to ‘concentrate’. I think I’ve taken enough laxatives to clear out a rhino but obviously need to increase them to take care of an elephant. I wouldn’t usually be too concerned but in light of the need to go really regularly with the peritoneal dialysis I thought I better act sooner rather than later, particularly as the fluid I drained first thing this morning was a bit low which can be caused by constipation.
Meanwhile, although I really haven’t done anything today, I have previously finished off some things I did during my recent stay at the Royal.
I’ve added buttons to the aran jacket…
Sewn the ends in on the baby blanket made in the same aran (worsted) weight yarn…
Again this is from Comfort Knitting and Crochet Afghans.
Sorted out the ends on a granny square afghan for the crèche/hospital in South Africa at one of our GP’s receptionist’s husbands is involved with…
and cracked on with the other one I started…
I am really liking this and think the cream round the two centre squares and then again round the resulting rectangles ties it all together nicely. I think I need to add nine more rectangles to get it to an acceptable size – which should just about clear all the tiny balls of double knitting yarn that I have left or have been given. This is just as well as I need more storage in my sewing room for all my new peritoneal dialysis stuff. I mean I do have room but I wanted to tidy hide as much of it away as possible so that the back room doesn’t make it look like there’s someone sick in the house!