Things are so far from the norm, but at least the finals are over. Now I need some rest.

 

Washing him up, trying to get him to eat right. Cooking some dandelion greens I got from Meijers in Richmond, next door to the college. They look like the garden of Eden exploded in their produce dept. Got some spearmint leaves, collards, all fresh. Drying the mint leaves for tea just to perk ME up!

 

Tried to get him to eat a meal replacement. As tired as I am, he asked me to fry him some potatoes. I said no, this is ridiculous when you have all this healthy stuff, like the homemade cabbage and carrot with turkey stew I made with turkey that I roasted so I wouldn't have to work so hard getting meals that were fast food (he loves fast food.)

 

I ask, "you want a sandwich"? and he says fry potatoes!!! I didn't do it. He had a hissy fit when I said I wouldn't put butter salt on the popcorn. Butter salt is a museum piece now in the cabinet and when he's well enough to get around again, I'm hiding ALL of the salt. I think I'll donate it to the church or the shelter, or someplace!

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Kenny's cardiologist said "NO MORE ADDED SALT! I don't use salt any more. I can't say what Kenny does when I'm not around. I broke down and got him some low sodium bacon just so I could rest my eardrums. Gave him a printed article from WebMD that said prostate cancer occurs seemingly more with red meat and dairy product eaters. I spend time in the stores getting Kashi cereal, even the kind that tastes like honey nut cheerios. He eats part of it and says, "Don't buy this stuff again." What am I supposed to do, prepare myself for widowhood?

 

He's dropped off from being diligent about his supplements too. Look at what they did to the Double X Vitamins. They may even have a picture of the vitamins on the page, that you can just go ahead and click on once you get to that site. The picture changes like a billboard everytime you log on.  But read the ingredients, they blew me away! Plus they made them SMALLER, even smaller than some prescript drug pills like Norvasc that Kenny takes for his blood pressure.

 

I'm so into him that I forget my own vitamins, don't drink tea like I used to. Nervousness has shaved about 4-5 pounds off of me last week alone. He's too hot, too cold, won't eat because he doesn't like something, I'm at my wits end. Going to a Transcendental Meditation intro course my friend Vicki Peterson is giving. Soon she'll be doing Ayur Vedic massages at her clinic. Guess who's gonna be one of her first clients!?!?!

 

My whole body feels like I'm wearing the Prudential Insurance Rock on my back. My left ankle is hurting, I'm having trouble concentrating, and for once I think I understand why God designed women to live longer than men.  There's also a possibility that in the fall 2005 I can teach writing basics at Ivy Tech in Richmond. They say I'm not qualified to teach public speaking because I don't have enough communication hours. They have a Brother for the Language Arts chair, so I know that he's gotta watch his back in "Walka-Tightrope Land" or he could become an ethnic deduction from their budget.  But at least he asked me if I was interested in  the writing. He can vouch for me that way because of the journalism major.

 

Now that shows you how silly some colleges can be with their rules. Indiana University says I'm qualified. . . Ivy Tech State College says I'm not. My students are all satified and the ones who passed (about 90 percent of them in both classes) tell me how much they apppreciate me and how I relate to them, and how much they've learned and improved.

 

So much for Ivy Tech speaking class. But maybe it's a way that God is opening up a door in a writing world. I might need to meet someone I otherwise would not have met. Gotta look at things that way now.

Do I sound dissed or what???

love, cynth'ya