short and sweet . . .

4.12  we went out looking for garage sales.  Nada.  They are too smart to have garage sales in all this heat and humidity.  Not us.  Drip.  Drip.  Splat.

The 9TS had a rough night, last night and that is all I am going to say.  Well, that and DAMN it!!

I'm running to the used bookstore this morning.  I need to swap out some books so I have something to read while paddling around in the water.

and I will leave you with one of my favorite goodies for one of my favorite restaurants:

Flagler Fish Company Asiago Potatoes

12 red bliss potatoes

½ cup olive oil

12 roasted garlic cloves

10 large fresh basil leaves

8 ounces fresh Asiago cheese, grated

1 cup mayonnaise

Flagler Fish Company House seasoning.  (salt & pepper may be substituted).

paprika

Boil red bliss potatoes and cool in the refrigerator.  Once they are cooled, use a melon baller or teaspoon to scoop out a hole.

While potatoes are cooling, bring ½ cup of olive oil to a boil and place roasted garlic cloves in oil for 6 to 8 minutes or until soft.  Put roasted garlic cloves and basil leaves in your food processor and make a paste.  Place garlic mixture in a medium bowl and add the shredded Asiago cheese, mayonnaise and Flagler Fish Company house seasoning to taste.  Blend with a spoon until evenly mixed. 

Stuff the cooled potatoes with the cheese mixture and top with a sprinkle of paprika.  Bake at 350 degrees for 8 to 10 minutes.

 

did I mention the eight fire trucks and men in full gear?

dear sloth . . .

next time you decide you want to go out for dinner, please make sure it is because you want to and not because you think I want to . . .

And so we headed to Carrabba's.  The 9TS's heart was in the right place but his body was unwilling.  His taste buds are toast.  He is drugged.  He is exhausted.  It was a disaster.  But on the bright side, he has clams over linguini for when he feels a little better.  It was all just too overwhelming.  And bless the hearts of the Carrabba's crew:  Jen, Kim, Jessica, Hope, Matt . . . they all came to cheer him on.  Sigh.

Tomorrow will be better.  Yes, it will!!!!

home . . .

they let him go last night and home we came.  Thankfully we were late enough that we missed the rush hour traffic through Orlando.  YAY.

He is still in pain but the morphine is doing a much better job than the Oxycodone and Oxycontin.  No one knows where it is coming from.  Sigh. 

One more infusion and then let the healing begin. 

Tomorrow I am running away to yoga and lunch with the girls.  It saves my sanity and makes me much better adapted to keeping up with the 9TS.   Yes, it does.

Thank you all for your prayers and thoughts.  They are greatly appreciated.

green veggies . . .

still here but hoping to be released today.  Fingers crossed.  His pain is under control and his asparagus is moving.  Asparagus you ask???   He called me last night just before I turned off the lights and was whispering.  I couldn't hear a word he was saying and he's in a private room.  Finally, I blurted out, "WHAT?!?!?!?"   He upped his voice a schooch.  I still haven't pooped.   OK, no problem, they are working on it.  It's OK to say poop!  But the 9TS was uncomfortable so I gave him a password.  The point being, his asparagus moved a bunch last night so hopefully we can go home.  And oh yeah, I think I might have a little trouble next time I roast my beloved veggie.   I should have picked rutabaga.  I'm not fond of rutabaga.

p.s.  Through the miracle of modern medicine, he doesn't remember any of this.  Why do I??

we're back . . . .

in Tampa.  We couldn't get the 9TS's pain under control so I packed our bags, stuffed him back into the Gray Goose and off we went.  The poor 9TS was one miserable beastie but this morning is a whole other story!!!!  He is relatively pain free.  YAY Moffitt!!!!

Actually, he is MIA right now.  They have taken him down for an MRI to make sure he doesn't have a spinal cord compression and then we wait for results.  This guy will do anything to get out of dodge for a couple of days to this lovely oasis . . .  oh, what the heck, we all know he hates it here.  He says every time he leaves, they keep a part of him . . . a toe . . . a lung.   I suggested he donate an ear this time since, he has two and they are ever so slightly impaired anyway . . .  he shot me THE look!

While he was gone, it was like Gray's Anatomy in here.  Nine doctors trounce into his room . . .  all different sizes and shapes.  They said they would return when he was back.   p.s.  the doctors on GA are cuter. Well, except for the amazing Dr. Z.

ode to whine . . .

Sunday:  No walking, my wretched old knee didn't like something I did to it and protested mightily.  I'd complain too if someone made me bend in an odd direction . . . but why while trying to get up off the porcelain goddess . . . .  I know, never mind, we won't go there!  You can say thank you, now.

Lunch!!!  I ran away!!  Lee and I had lunch at Carrabba's and harassed the waiter unmercifully.  She did at least, I, on the other hand, was a perfect angel!!!  About the time she goaded him into popping the poor odd numbered shrimp into his mouth, I almost choked myself in a fit of giggles.  And yes, there was some wine involved and yes, I took a baggy of the 9TS's favorite spaghetti home with us, along with some minestrone and a mini dessert. 

Rough night.  The poor 9TS was up until 4:30.  He wandered.  He moaned.  He groaned.  He itched.  His teeth hurt.  Nothing seemed to work.  Miserable, miserable, miserable.

Monday:  Placed a call to Moffitt first thing.  Still waiting for a call back.  His primary nurse is off on Mondays.  Gah!!!!

A very carefully trodden 2.77 miles this morning.

NOTE TO GOGGLE:  Carrabba's and Moffitt are too spelled correctly.  Go fish!  Grumble, grumble, grumble.