Bison on the hoof at the farm.
Pre-op patients were instructed to avoid red meat but eat protein for muscle repair, so today I am cooking a pork loin roast (the other white meat) with sauerkraut for our main meal. This should be both tasteful and healthy as it is a Weight Watchers recipe.
I learned the hard way with major surgery that the most important thing you can do is keep your bowels in good shape so I am eating lots of roughage. These days, I strive to do that anyway (my Twinkie eating days are behind me) but after surgery the last thing you want is constipation.
When they anesthetize you, your bowels go to sleep. I didn’t know that until I had surgery and woke to find a cluster of med students standing over me while their instructor listened to my bowels. “Oh yes,” she said, “they are waking up.” I was conscious enough to lie there and quiz her on the finer points of BMs. Served her right, but it was kind of scary to realize you could die if your bowels never awakened.
Okay, okay, I know my title suggests cooking, but this isn’t the first time I have misled you.
I started my pre-op exercises and my arms and thighs are now painful…my muscles that is. The joints were in agony before this. Goodness, I hate physical therapy.
One of the instructions is that I should bring some baggy shorts to the hospital. I don’t own any shorts, and if I did they would not be baggy. David’s shorts are baggy, but he is shaped differently. If I was a cute young thing, I could probably wear them and borrow his new red suspenders.
I also don’t own any skirts, suits or dresses. I have worn nothing but cords (jeans before that) for the past 10 years. I blame the government. When I worked in the private sector I always dressed for success. After I went with the government and took a pay cut, I said to heck with it and began wearing jeans five days a week. It was either that or feel conspicuous. Only the upper levels dressed neatly in case they were ever called to testify before Congress. For the minions, it was always ‘dress down Friday.’ Trouble was, the minions actually understood what was going on.
Back in the 1980s, when I worked for Bell, I was called to testify about government data. I had a bad cold, was miserable, and my written testimony told me I was incoherent. Apparently, my concerns about the household survey (which is the source of employment information), as well as the concerns of others in the private sector who used this information, made a dent, because the Congress kept the survey funds entact during this era of budget cutting.
Oh well, that’s enough reminiscing. Don’t look back unless you want to go that way.
These days, I am disqusted with politicians…all of them. They have clay feet…all of them. Well, except for Mark Warner, and maybe Chuck Shumer, and a few others, but they are not gods. Politicians are only as bright as their constituents, most of whom are not well informed.
So I am busy with my pork roast, which David and I will enjoy later. We both LOVE sauerkraut.