#SongoftheDay Working in a Coal Mine (Lee Dorsey)
Last week, I wrote you a post about spending 7+ hours at the hospital with my partner. Just a day in the life of Giselle.
When we got home from the hospital, I wanted to crash. I was exhausted beyond exhaustion, but I had to make dinner.
My partner's doctors keep emphasizing to us how important it is for him to keep eating, even though it hurts, even though he can't stand the sight of food sometimes. They want him to keep eating in order to keep his swallowing muscles in working order, and in order to keep his weight up. The oncological dietitian we met with explained how important it is to pack every bite with protein and fats. He's supposed to eat dairy with the highest fat content we can find. Put butter and gravy on everything. If in doubt, add ice cream.
Sounds like a dream, except that my partner can no longer taste anything. Plus, it hurts. It hurts so much my partner's doctors have prescribed him all kind of pain meds to take prior to eating, plus a disgusting mouthwash to numb his mouth and throat. Aside from the radiation therapy itself, everything they're prescribing is to keep him eating.
So we can't skip dinner. He needs to eat. He feels like food is just another prescription. He hates eating now, but he has to do it.
That night, he wanted homemade shepherd's pie. I wanted to sleep forever. But instead, I made shepherd' pie from scratch in under an hour. I added butter, whole milk, and sour cream to the potatoes.
I keep telling everyone who will listen, "I just want someone to bring me casseroles." People laugh, like this is a joke.
Casseroles are no joke, man. Casseroles are life.
Lord, I'm so tired.
If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and anecdotes, the easiest thing you can do is buy my books (most are for adults only!) or check them out from your local library.
When we got home from the hospital, I wanted to crash. I was exhausted beyond exhaustion, but I had to make dinner.
My partner's doctors keep emphasizing to us how important it is for him to keep eating, even though it hurts, even though he can't stand the sight of food sometimes. They want him to keep eating in order to keep his swallowing muscles in working order, and in order to keep his weight up. The oncological dietitian we met with explained how important it is to pack every bite with protein and fats. He's supposed to eat dairy with the highest fat content we can find. Put butter and gravy on everything. If in doubt, add ice cream.
Sounds like a dream, except that my partner can no longer taste anything. Plus, it hurts. It hurts so much my partner's doctors have prescribed him all kind of pain meds to take prior to eating, plus a disgusting mouthwash to numb his mouth and throat. Aside from the radiation therapy itself, everything they're prescribing is to keep him eating.
So we can't skip dinner. He needs to eat. He feels like food is just another prescription. He hates eating now, but he has to do it.
That night, he wanted homemade shepherd's pie. I wanted to sleep forever. But instead, I made shepherd' pie from scratch in under an hour. I added butter, whole milk, and sour cream to the potatoes.
I keep telling everyone who will listen, "I just want someone to bring me casseroles." People laugh, like this is a joke.
Casseroles are no joke, man. Casseroles are life.
Lord, I'm so tired.
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Giselle
