inappropriate emotions...
...are a sign of many psychological disorders.gram's breast cancer is a stage 2A, a little further along than previously thought, and she will need chemotherapy. she was asking me a lot of questions about the side effects, and i think that she's more than a little scared. i'm pissed off about being a semi-expert on something that no one deserves to know anything about.
in the same conversation, she relayed to me that in the small town where i grew up and she still lives, the gossip chain got twisted and she got a couple phone calls asking if i was the one who had cancer. i laughed out loud and thought that it was extremely amusing that cancer has overshadowed our family's lives to the point that even the backwater-town gossip hounds were getting the details mixed up.
last night, hubby got extremely nauseated after dinner for the third day in a row. i had made stirfry and added a little bit of cayenne to the pre-bottled sauce to add some flavor. when he got sick, i broke down and told him, "i'm so sorry that i made you sick...my cooking always makes you sick anymore, and i don't know what to do. i'm so sorry about the cayenne." i proceeded to cry for a good 20 minutes. all over a damn pinch of spice.
posted by amanda @ 12:43 PM
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I wish that I had words to convay how I am feeling, and was able to say something to make you feel better.
All I can say is, years down the road, when you and hubby are old and grey, you will look at a bottle of cayenne and burst out laughing.
That is my wish for you...
Aha...now if he annoys you, just shake the bottle of turmeric at him and say...'remember, my secret weapon?'
Seriously darling, like I would, he will just so appreciate you cooking for him...
Minerva
I SO relate to crying over a spice.
My one really MAJOR meltdown when Mom was sick was after Daddy came to me and said that Mom didn't like what I was cooking... Could I please not cook so much of this, and so much of that?
I lost it... I mean... LOST IT. All day long I was a mess. And then I casually mentioned to Mom that Dad had mentioned it to me, and then all hell really broke loose.
For me it was this thing that I was trying SO HARD to do for Mom to make her happy and make her life easier and the thought that I had screwed that up just ate me up.
Anyway... I didn't mean to go on and on. Just wanted to say that I've cried a pretty darn big cry over spices (and also crescent rolls) myself, so you're not alone there.
Thinking of you.
Val
Thinking of you today.
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