Posts from — February 2011
Part of the reason I haven’t been too bummed about giving up gluten is because I honestly don’t have much of a sweet tooth. I never crave cupcakes and cookies, I really only like ONE kind of chocolate (Vosges Red Fire — all other chocolates kind of gross me out), etc. If I ever “crave” anything, it’s usually salty and acidic: think Claussen pickles or lemon wedges with salt on them… or pretty much any fruit or vegetable you can think of with lime juice.
However, there is ONE craving I had not been able to shake for over a month: I really wanted some freakin’ ribs. There’s something that’s just so satisfying about eating meat with your hands, ripping it off the bone with your teeth, savoring the slightly spicy sauce as you lick your fingers.
So this weekend, when we ended up having to go to Orlando to help our friend Fere fix something on her car, I was de-ligh-ted when George suggested we have dinner with Farah and Fere at Smokey Bones. FINALLY! My delicious, delicious ribs were going to have a party in my tummy! And imagine my delight when I asked for their gluten-free menu, and not only were the ribs safe, but all the sauces were, too!
Except, not. I have no idea what qualifies as “gluten-free” on restaurant menus, but restaurant gluten-free is decidedly NOT gluten-free. They do, however, cover their butts by stating in writing that they are not liable for any cross-contamination or any possible “changes” in their recipes. FABULOUS.
I have spent the past two days doubled over with stomach pain, battling a cold thanks to a compromised immune system, getting a rash on my face that is similar to the beginning of a lupus flare-y one, wearing sunglasses indoors because the of the massive migraines I’m dealing with, cranky, wanting to do nothing but sleep, having a hard time focusing, and bursting into tears whenever iTunes randomly shuffles to any Regina Spektor song.
Smokey Bones, you are on my shit list.
February 14, 2011 8 Comments
Funny how quickly we communicate with others when something is wrong, but how, in our relief, we forget to let people know when things are going well. I’ve gotten a couple of emails that have reminded me that I’ve been remiss in updating as to Mister’s condition. Thank you for your messages, comments, mails, and concern…
On February 4th, exactly one week after he was admitted to Williamson Medical Center and subsequently Saint Thomas Hospital, a smiling George Sr. was released.
Given the type of heart attack he suffered, we all know it is a blessing and a miracle that he is alive. His doctors took amazing care of him, his wife continues to take amazing care of him, and we’re all grateful for all of your prayers. The well-wishes have been overwhelming… knowing that there is that much love out there gives me an even more positive world-view.
I think something this scary has pushed all of us to be more serious about our health, what we put into our bodies and what we do with our bodies. If Mister hadn’t made the healthy choices and changes he had over the past three years, who knows what his outcome might’ve been or what his recovery possibilities may have looked like… Definitely a wake up call for all of us.
And again? Thanks, guys.
February 9, 2011 5 Comments
George’s dad had a massive heart attack this past Friday. He and Diane were working out, he started feeling pain, got “sick”, and she drove him to Williamson Medical Center in Franklin. He walked into the hospital on his own two feet, and he didn’t have the heart attack until he was actually there surrounded by medical professionals. It’s really a miracle (beyond the amazing medical attention he’s been receiving) that he’s alive, because the type of heart attack he had is called “The Widow Maker“. From the moment you have the heart attack, there’s a very small window for you to receive attention before you’re gone. The fact that he was at the Medical Center WHEN IT HAPPENED is just beyond words. He was then transferred to St. Thomas Hospital in Nashville, with an excellent CCU as well as a reputation for treating difficult cases in the Heart and Heart Surgery field.
We’ve been camping out at St. Thomas since, grateful for the deluge of family and friends that have come by with prayers, hugs, stories, jokes, flowers, and snacks. I think it’s been wonderful for all three siblings to be able to be together. Even when there’s no talking, it helps to just know you’re all there.
Yesterday, they removed the intra-aortic balloon pump George Sr. had in place. This morning, they took him off the respirator, and he’s now breathing on his own. He did develop pneumonia from having the breathing tube in so long (which is very common), but St. Thomas has a five-star rating from HealthGrades for the treatment of pneumonia, so he’s in the best possible place for that. They’re taking things slowly, one step at a time, and it helps to have Liz, George’s sister who is a surgeon, laying everything out and explaining things to make them a little less scary.
Additionally, it feels as though George Sr. will have half the battle won once he pulls through. He already enjoys working out, and he and Diane eat better/healthier than anyone I have ever met. He also will have an amazing support system in place, family and friends who love him and will cheer him on, and his “Missy” that loves him in a way I have rarely seen…
I am always very cautious not to push my beliefs on others, and sometimes I feel a little awkward when Big Things™ happen and I ask others to pray for something, but this is one of those times that I would definitely like to ask anyone who is prayerfully inclined to please pray (or continue doing so, for those who already have been) for George Sr. and family. If you don’t believe in prayer, please send good karma, loving wishes, good vibes, or whatever you feel comfortable doing.
February 1, 2011 5 Comments