A Feast of Blood Oranges
The blood oranges have again appeared at my grocery store. This is nearly a month earlier than their first appearance last year, and I dare to hope that this means that this year’s season will be longer. The Socialist has been indulging my addiction, and has purchased several dozen blood oranges for me already. I needn’t fear for my vitamin C intake for the time being, since most days I’ve been eating two to four of them.
I had a wonderful time with my weekend company. We did little more than sit around and talk, but it’s safe to say that there was very little “quiet time” during the visit. It’s wonderful to exchange conversation and trade ideas with someone who is well read and articulate, and I was kept on my conversational toes all weekend. (I am embarrassed to say that I got so caught up in conversation that I missed the exit off the highway to get home not once, not twice, but three times when we were first coming from the airport. This, I am sure, is due to the fact that I was talking too much to pay attention to the road signs.)
I rediscovered my appetite this weekend – an amazing discovery! I was starved most of the weekend, and willing to eat anything not bolted down and then welded to place. As a result of that and of entertaining my guest, I ate better this weekend than I have in a long time. Unfortunately, it shows in the scale, which has me up about five pounds from Friday. I can only assume I wasn’t as careful about the sodium intake as I should have been with the food I ate. My next paracentesis is scheduled for the 31st though, so even if it is building up fast this time I shouldn’t end up in the discomfort I did last time. I do have to renew my resolve where sodium is concerned though.
The Socialist is upset with my sisters for apparently failing to follow through with the testing for being liver donors. He’s upset with me for not asking them about it. I made it clear to him that I was going to let them do their own thing and had no intention of asking them anything about it. He’s therefore decided that HE will contact them to see what the status of the donor testing is. I told him he was free to do his own thing, though I have severe reservations about him emailing my two sibs. If things aren’t resolved between my sisters yet (and I have no reason to believe they might be) then they may resent his intrustion. Still, everyone has got to do as his or her heart dictates here, and I know this makes The Socialist feel as if he’s doing something positive.
Meanwhile, I see that “Comments” have been put into cyrostasis for the time being. If anyone wants to leave me a comment, email it to me at the address below with the date you’re commenting on in the header, and I’ll add your comment as part of my entry. No reason we can’t continue to interact just because a few people don’t know how to play nice.