Please forgive me, but I need to whine a bit. I am under the weather. Dear Husband left for work yesterday and around 5:15 a.m. I realized I had to run for the bathroom. I up-chucked off and on for the next six hours or so. Wretched stuff! Both Dear Husband and I prefer to be alone when we are ill, so timing on this worked out well.
Happily, that phase has passed. I was even able to eat some applesauce and a small banana by dinner time. When in doubt, I always feel the BRAT diet is a good choice (banana, rice, applesauce, and tea). I risked all a little later, and also ate a few oyster crackers, which also stayed down. I assume that I ate something that didn’t agree with me, but it’s possible that I had a mild flu bug.
Wednesday night, before going to bed, I put a pound of dried Great Northern beans in a pot to soak. I wanted to make bean soup yesterday. Of course, I didn’t cook anything at all, and this morning I found the pot of beans still soaking. I’ve never questioned whether you can over soak beans, so I had to do a little research at Wikipedia. There, I learned that you should not over soak beans. I’ll pitch this batch out, and wait to make bean soup for a few days.
Does anyone have any suggestions for simple food that is good for this stage of recuperation? I remember that Elegante Mother always gave us grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, with ginger ale or seven up. My-Sister-The-Nurse tells me that tomato soup is really not a good choice. Chicken broth would be better.
I need to find light duty for today. I could start gathering information for taxes. I might play with fabrics or work on two small quilts I need to finish. Having the cat sit on my lap and snooze with me sounds really good, but sitting all day, without moving around regularly, is hard on the joints, so maybe I need to wean myself off the snoozing.
The worst of all this is that I will miss a visit from Frankie. My sister is driving up from Indiana to have a quick visit with Elegante Mother, and she had planned to stay here tonight. We’ve changed our plans just to make sure that I don’t have anything contagious. Frankie will be staying with My-Sister-The-Nurse tonight, and I’ll have to wait until March to see her. Darn!
Thank you, if you made it this far, for letting me whine. I’m sure I’ll feel better soon. I have a limited tolerance for whining, so this must be a sign that I’m on the mend.
I hope you all have a good day!