Amazing what can happen in just 14 days (since my last blog).
Chronologically, more or less: I gave my presentation at the International Day of Prayer for Peace and it was well received. I consider it a major coup that the local Imam requested a copy of it. There was a good crowd and we ate well. I had no hummus to take home–and apparently they “tore into” the curry flavored one.
We had a more or less typical week following that, doing the usual stuff although we were both too ill to make it to the chiropractor’s on Wednesday. I was finishing up antibiotics for a sinus infection and my dearest got something viral. Did follow up with our administrative duties, making sure that insurance companies, employers and absence management agents were getting the information they needed to continue to provide disability insurance benefits, health insurance and such. Oops, they weren’t. So I got on the phone and started calling doctor’s offices then sat and waited for nurses to return my calls.
I also used the juicer to make pure apple juice from about 4 pounds of gala apples. Let me tell you…it made about half a gallon which did not last long enough to require a pitcher to store it in. OMG, VERY good. I saved the pulp and made apple pudding: the pulp, eggs, cream, cinnamon, honey, nutmeg and a little black pepper, with apple slices arranged on top and then cooked over a water bath. We took that as our contribution to the feast on Sunday when we went out to Delaplane for the Native American event. Got to meet a lot of people and hope to meet with them again. Beloved feels drawn to that path, even though he’s pure Polish. (So even when we juice, the recipe opportunities from the pulp are intriguing–and at the very least, usable for compost.)
So this week began with a letter from his employer saying we can’t wait for the doctor’s any longer, a decision about continued employment must be made and no later than 10 am on Wednesday. I spent that day and the next trying to find out what was going on with the situation, since I thought I had gotten things in order the prior week. Apparently not. I finally got a call from the PCP’s nurse at like 4:30 pm on Tuesday that said he would NOT send the necessary documentation, it needed to come from one of the other doctors involved. I’d draw you a picture of me freaking out, but it would not be pretty. Needless to say, I was in hyper-anxious mode. Thank the gods for a doctor who WILL answer her cell phone, AT HOME. And who will be happy to help out with an email, assessing Beloved’s ability to return to work (which is NOT). We haven’t heard anything from his employer, so we’re hoping that was sufficient. No news is good news and all that.
But the stress and anxiety of that was enough to trigger a fibromyalgia flare up. Yay. Took every pain pill I have, every pain pill I can have and still hurt. Lost my brain somewhere in the process and spend the rest of the week in a fog, with a massive attack of ADD. Can I have an ice cream? Ooooh look, a kitten. Yeah. That has finally settled down–and btw, I slept 15, FIFTEEN hours Thursday night. Laid down for a nap at 5:30 pm, woke up at 8:30. A.M. Tired much?
Friday I did get the good news that MY long term disability claim agent has FINALLY received all the doctor’s reports. I only sent the claims form in to her a month ago. And Monday she will review them and then send them wherever they go for approval. (PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!) So I’m hoping to get a check this month, maybe but next month fer sure. What small furry animal do I have to sacrifice to get that to go through? ‘Cause I’ll do it, you know I will!
We have also talked to our landlord to determine the level of necessity for applying for a housing voucher. Turns out it is very necessary–but if we’re going to use a voucher, we will be moving over to the income controlled section of the housing. Which is not a bad thing, as we will have to go into a two bedroom apartment–just like the one I used to live in when I was out here with the Lizard, since I met the income requirements at that time. Now what changes they have made for it to be ADA compliant, I don’t know. BUT the manager JUST HAPPENS to have one coming available, if this other person does not take it, and it would be available on NOVEMBER 1. So theoretically, if this all goes smoothly and I am approved for the voucher…I could possibly be moving in 3 weeks.
The only reason that doesn’t make me freak out is because I can’t do it. Someone else will have to. And….all we really need is for people to show up with their cars….take stuff and put it in the car, take it about half a mile away and put it more or less in the corollary spot in the new place. We still have at least half of our shit (you heard me) in boxes, so that’s easy enough–and they all go into the second bedroom for me to bring out and unpack one at a time. Instead of being piled up in a corner of the living room like they are now. We can rent the $20 UHaul for the furniture and mileage…will be more getting to and from the UHaul store than it will on the actual move.
So think good thoughts because it looks like perhaps the time of being hung over the precipice by the gods and taunted with the sharp spiky rocks at the bottom of the chasm is done and things will actually improve to the point we can stop eating anti-anxiety meds like mints.
We hit the farmers market yesterday and failed miserably at spending less, but we do have some awesome produce. The plan is for tomato, bacon and basil sandwiches today at some point. I also intend to make salsa for my beloved man. Doing my laundry now and going to tackle the kitchen, a little bit at a time as I can–got to get enough done so that The Man can make meat sauce for pasta as dinner tonight.
Synopsis: still sore, but not as bad. Head is not as fuzzy or I wouldn’t be blogging. I feel mostly tired and may end up napping–“he” has already gone to lay down. I need to put my wet clothes into the dryer, which means I will probably putter around the kitchen for a little before coming back out to the computer and sitting/resting for another little while.
This next week looks rather active. Our friend is coming over to spend the day tomorrow so I will implore her to do the dishes that require hand washing. Beloved and I have phone calls to make and hopefully one of them will get me an appointment at the VA for the housing voucher, which we intend to go to DC on Tuesday to beg for. Wednesday is back cracking day and Friday we have doctor’s appointments. I am also preparing to cater a dinner party on Saturday night for about 8-12 people. It is a Virginia themed meal, with VA wines being paired up with each course, made with something that is also local. My friend is a major wino…I mean, wine lover and has chosen the bottles. Here is the menu:
Butterkase (German “Butter cheese” or another very mild cheese) fondue, with apple slices (voignier)
Williamsburg Peanut Soup (chambourcin or Cab Frank)
Pork (loin or chops) stuffed with chopped apples, onions, pepitas (squash seeds) and bread crumbs with (fresh) thyme and garlic
(If I can get a loin, I will ask the butcher to spiral cut it so that it would lay flat, then spread the stuffing on it and roll it up like a pork loin jelly roll. If I have to buy chops, I will get them thick enough to cut a pocket for the stuffing. If I have to do chops, I am also considering cooking them in parchment paper) (Chardonnay)
Sides will be quinoa (cooked in the rice cooker and seasoned with butter, salt, pepper and grains of paradise*; looks like couscous and tastes like sweet corn) and whatever fresh green vegetable I find at the market, possibly a cucumber salad.
Dessert: “Apple Pie” (petit manseng) Wherein the apple is gala, it’s in a custard and may or may not have a crust. But if it does, it will be a crust made with vodka or apple brandy because that makes it flaky beyond words.
*Grains of paradise: a spice used a LOT in Colonial America, from Africa, also known as crocodile pepper. Tastes like pepper, ginger, and cardamom.
My friend has a cider that he wants to share, but says that it will go best with something that is spicy, so I may make hot nuts (every kind BUT peanuts) so that as guests arrive, they can munch on those and sip cider. Incidentally, I intend to use several different kinds of local apples, so that each course that has apples has something different. And if I can find VA peanuts, I will make the peanut butter that the Williamsburg soup recipe calls for.
I will get the things done ahead of time that I can, so I am able to meter out my ability to do that day–and make it through the meal. I also want to make cinnamon almonds to take to our doctor on Friday as thanks for helping us out last week. Guess I’d better get the damned kitchen clean. Sigh.
I’m still pleased with the cleaning products I have made. MIGHT have hit on a good recipe for shampoo, but further testing is required. I have also started the old-fashioned ritual of brushing my hair one hundred times at night.
And another random thought, as it occurs to me: we have been Skyping with my son and his family, but we do not have a webcam. Well, Beloved will be putting together his father’s new computer (when it all delivers, tomorrow) and in those boxes, there is a webcam for us. Guess we’ll be talking to the Froggy and he’ll be able to finally see us as well. Looking forward to it!
So life goes on, with good days and bad days. The change in seasons means more change in the weather, which affects both of us deeply (literally–in the long bones of my legs especially). We are still in a bit of a limbo because no final decisions have been made about our status-es. Stati? If my long term disability benefits would kick in, that would be at least some income, and of course the housing voucher is a major godsend if I qualify. I feel like I’ve hit a bit of a plateau with my fibro meds and not sure that they are as useful as they could be. Will be discussing that with the PCP the 23rd of this month.
If we didn’t have the uncertainty, we would not be unhappy with our lives. In fact, things aren’t really bad, other than no income. Hope to have that solved soon. In the meantime…we just go on, one step, one day at a time.