Darlo popped round this morning for one of our power brekkies, we do this about once a month. A bit special this one, as we had some very nice bacon donated by OBC. Maynards Staffordshire Black which is cured in molasses. Very nice it was too.
Also as you can see from the cartons on the table, we had smoothies. This is something I have got into in the past week, following a long chat on the phone with Linds in New Zealand who cast a professional eye (as a dietician) over my food diary for the past month or more.
Calories have been fine, but the proportion of meat was higher than anything of a vegetable nature.
I discovered that by not cooking stuff that I used to like chilli and stews, I have done the opposite of what I should do, because I always put in stuff which I wouldn't eat on its own, such as tomatoes and that's what she said I should be building up with, for nutrition, antioxidants etc.
I discovered in Tesco their own brand smoothies, three different types at a pound for a 750 ml carton. Tried the tropical first which reminded me of Libby's triple C which I used to drink many years ago. Then I tried the strawbery and banana and found I liked that less. Sunday, I tried the red berries and have gone a bundle on that, it tastes like a Ribena milkshake, yet there's no milk in it.
I did a stir fry in the week, something else I had given up on because of the oil you use. There were peas, sugar snap peas, bean shoots, baby corn, onions and chopped celery in there with my Singapore noodles.
When I told Linds, she was glowing with pride.
Was at the hospital last week as they wanted to have a go at the stone in my left kidney, using a procedure called Lithotripsy.
In realistic terms, you wear these frilly plastic pants, dump your arse in a bed of warm water and then a thing comes up underneath you which fires quite violent soundwaves at a targeted area (targeted by an X ray machine).
You are shot in the arm with a sedative and if you have too much discomfort, you can have a pessary stuffed up your duck run (I didn't have that).
It'll be like someone flicking elastic bands at your back they said. Lastic bands my arse, it was more like someone poking around inside your kidney with a screwdriver.
For days after you pee is the colour of Chianti with he bleeding it causes and I won't know how successful it was for a few weeks, when I return for an X ray and possibly another session with the plastic pants.
Now the nice part of this story was as I was called in to the theatre of torture, I recognised the nurse and she recognised me. It was Jess, the Staff Nurse who looked after me following my surgery three years ago and who made me laugh so much and often, it hurt.
It was lovely to see her again, as I have never forgotten the quality of care I received at the Queen Elizabeth, those people literally saved my life.
She made a big fuss of me saying how brave I was, but I didn't get a lollypop, let alone a pessary.
Other than that, I've not been up to any adventures or having any fun.
I may have an interesting story to break next week though...