The weather is always a nice safe subject. A slightly bland or even somewhat boring topic of conversation, but definitely a safe subject. On the other hand if I was to talk about cholesterol and my husband I might venture away from safe and start frothing at the mouth and twitching.
Just a little bit, mind you.
I wrote on my about me page, that ‘The Spouse’ and I have been together for 22 years and I love him very much, he is my best friend. BUT, I do have my alibi prepared for the day that he finally pushes me over the edge.
Well that edge is a lot closer today than it has been for a while and I can’t decide whether to finish ‘his royal stubbornness’ off myself, or just give up and let him eat all the food that he likes and his heart will just go pop anyway. Death by deep fried fish seems a much simpler way to go.
Hmmm decisions, decisions.
Now back to the nice safe topic of the weather.
Wild weather lashes Tassie.
I can’t remember the last time I cooked two proper evening meals in a row. By proper I mean healthy and balanced.
In the last few months of Mum’s illness I was stretched really, really thinly as Mum had become less able to do all the stuff healthy people take for granted. Simple things like changing the sheets on her bed had become akin to climbing Everest.
Everything fell by the wayside, as the physical demands of caring for my Mum didn’t leave any time left over for secondary shit like my own housework or cooking. I am an indifferent housekeeper at the best of times and indifferent quickly turned to non-existent.
After Mum died everything became a major effort and for a couple of weeks I suffered a massive case of the couldn’t be bothereds.Cooking? Bleh. Housework? Who gives a fuck, shut the door. I just could not be bothered doing much of anything.
And then it started to rain and it rained and rained and rained. The dreadful grey wetness of winter nearly did my head in. Please remind me of that, when I have to buy water this summer and I am stressing out about bushfire.
Last week The Spouse was splitting wood and he developed a painful tightness in his chest. To cut a long story short, it wasn’t a heart attack as there wasn’t any of the hormone blah blah blah in his blood which indicates damage to the heart muscle,phew.
The Spouse is off to the cardiologists tomorrow for a stress test which will give us a clearer picture of what exactly is going on. His cholesterol levels were high at 7.8, which is enough to statistically give him the chances of 1 in 50 of suffering a fatal heart attack.
So now my control freak tendencies can really be let loose up on my family. The Spouse needs to lower his cholesterol and all the food choices he makes from now on will be supervised by yours truly.It is well past time that I dusted off the pots and pans and started cooking again. As soon as I hit publish I am going to make a large pot of fish soup for tea.
