Thanksgiving With My Friend Sickness
(This post is purposefully tongue-in-cheek. It’s the only way to deal with a mess like this, IMHO.)
Well here we are in the United States one day away from Thanksgiving, and I have bacterial bronchitis. What fun! I’ve been trying to fend off a cold since Friday evening. Unfortunately, all the vitamin C, fluids, and breathing treatments did not stop the inevitable chest cold. For once I would like to get a cold and not have it turn into an infection, or cause a major asthma attack!
Okay, I’m done complaining. Now on to how to get Thanksgiving dinner on the table with no energy. Thanks to my lovely, eldest daughter who saved our stuffing recipe to Dropbox, I can actually make the stuffing. Youngest son drove me to the grocery store, and pushed the cart to help me get groceries yesterday.
Why, you ask, would I be shopping three days before Thanksgiving? Why put it off that late? No money was available till Friday’s deposit cleared the bank, that’s why. Do I live pretty much disability check to disability check? You betcha. Doesn’t everyone?
Right, back to Thanksgiving. I’m in charge of making stuffing. This was not well thought out, because I cannot tolerate wheat at all. I definitely do not want a stomach ache on Thanksgiving Day. I planned on making a small gluten-free version for myself. Oh, the well made plans of mice and women!
So now I have to decide whether I have the energy to make two batches of stuffing. Yeah, right. I’m also kind of queasy at the moment. The thought of all that rich food is nauseating
My second son is doing the turkey, and my two daughters are handling the other side dishes. My parents are bringing dessert. Thank God for the ability to divide the work, because this lady CANNOT do it all. My youngest is getting recruited to help me chop celery and onions tomorrow, when he has an early dismissal from school.
I had wanted to make myself a gluten-free pie, so I’m not tempted to eat my mom’s pie. If I have the energy, I’ll do that tomorrow as well. If not, I’ll have to eat cranberry sauce for dessert and that might be all I want. That, and a bite of turkey.
This section should seriously just be a bunch of rolling-on-the floor-laughing emojis! I wish I knew how to get an emoji plug-in, but I don’t have the energy for that. LOL! I’m doing well just writing this post. You know that Fly Lady schedule I told you about last week, well being sick on top of chronic illness has made that baby crash and burn.
My kitchen floor is seriously about to walk itself out of the house! It hasn’t been mopped in so long, I cannot even remember when it was last done. Add in that two young, adult sons have been doing car repairs, and a bathroom sink replacement last weekend, and well I have a mess in both the kitchen and the upstairs bathroom. That sink is still not operational BTW. The water supply lines are too short and they still haven’t connected up the drain pipe.
I’m not complaining at all about this sink, because the plumber wanted to charge me $251.95 to do this job not including the cost of a new sink/vanity. I paid $100 for a new sink with vanity, and the plumbing supplies. The labor cost was FOOD for my boys. I think this was a great deal! So if you don’t want to use baby wipes to clean your hands, you better go to the basement bathroom people. My kids won’t mind. My perfectionist father will. Too bad, dad. This is real life. Seriously.
So How Do You Do a Holiday When Acutely Ill?
- Delegate, delegate, delegate!
- Go with the flow. You can’t change reality!
- Just don’t do (fill in the blank).
- Use paper plates and store bought food if you can afford to.
- Reschedule your celebration to another day if nothing else works.
That’s all the sage wisdom and advice I have for you this week. Keep trucking dear readers, and Happy Thanksgiving! Kathy
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P.S. If this post doesn’t sound like my usual, cheery work, blame it on the prednisone and the bacteria. They’re to blame.