Another beautiful and sunny weekend. Another weekend spent worrying about my mother. My stupid, irresponsible, reckless mother.
I’m not even gonna bother getting into what’s wrong with her this time. I wish I could say that I don’t care either. I just hate how she just sort of casually drops that she’s had fever on and off since Tuesday. I don’t want to sound selfish but I hate how she doesn’t even stop to think about how much this ruins my day. I mean, sure, yeah, if she really doesn’t care about her own health much, I can’t force her. But I’m just really worried and it’s like she doesn’t get that at all. She keeps writing things off as ‘just a cold’ or ‘only a virus’ but hands down, how many healthy people catch one thing after another? There must be something wrong and she just ignores the elephant in the room completely.
So instead of having a great Saturday, I had to do a groceries run (on the Saturday before a bank holiday on Monday!) and otherwise mope around and just worry. Gee, thanks, mom! Kinda makes me wish I had been a difficult child, enough so to ruin a large part of her free time as well.
As for my personal health, I am shocked to report I am more responsible than my mother. I went to that appointment and I don’t know if I’m satisfied with the outcome. My doctor thinks that my stomach issues are just related to too much or too active or too whatever stomach acid. I mean it’s great that she doesn’t assume it’s anything serious. But I’m not sure if I’m really down with her theory, either. It seems unlikely that that kind of pain comes from acid. Shouldn’t it be more of a burning sensation then? But anyway, she prescribed a huge pack of Pantoprazol which by now I think every doctor is sponsored by because I’ve never had anything that I did not get a prescription for this drug for, even if it was just the sidekick of something else. So I’m supposed to take that and come in in two weeks again for an ultrasound and more blood tests. Could be better, could be worse, I suppose.
Last week’s weigh-in was disappointing, as predicted but at least I didn’t gain anything. I’m hoping for a better result this week though I’m starting to think my scale is just a cruel bitch.
I sinned with McDonald’s today although I don’t really care what I eat if it fits in with my calories. I just couldn’t be bothered to cook after I left the battle field that is a grocery store before a bank holiday. 30°C weather and a holiday just turn people’s brains to mush. And suddenly, the shopping carts are used as weapons. But I bought almost nothing that fits the junk food category. Instead, I bought the ingredients for tomorrow’s (hopefully) delicious lunch. I’m making a Thai-influenced dish of glass noodles, chicken and vegetables with a sukiyaki-red pepper sauce. Sounds delicious and dope but will be really easy to make. I hope. I’m already salivating just thinking about it. I even thought of ditching McD’s and making it today but didn’t want to buy more chicken and the filets I have were frozen so I’m gonna have to defrost them over night. Curse my microwave for not having a defrost mode. If it’s actually good, I may even write a food porn entry about it.