the alcohol theory
Wanted to start today with a pretty picture, a lovely yellow daffodil because that’s how I’m feeling. This horrible virus is nearly gone and I woke up feeling just about normal today. Ribs brought me the daffs on Friday. A double bonus because it was Daffodil Day and I love those flowers, they always make me feel happy and they look so sunny in my kitchen.
Last night I craved chicken noodle soup and Beloved indulged me, buying some on his way home from work. I think it must have been that that really did the trick. Nothing like a bit of nursery food to really help things along. Funny, I didn’t even eat all the noodles. I’m still very aware that I should only be having liquids at this stage of the healing process. I’m not sure why this is. I guess partly because liquids will pass through the gap more easily and not push the band out of position, and partly because liquids don’t require the stomach to do all the squishing around stuff that it does, at least not quite so much, so again, the band isn’t so much at risk of being pushed out of position.
I took the dressings off my wounds yesterday and there’s hardly anything to show, just some fairly well-healed cuts. I can feel the slight bump of Doris under the biggest of the cuts. It’s not intrusive, and I don’t notice it most of the time. I still haven’t had any real appetite, so it’s not a problem sticking to the liquid diet, other than that feeling I always have of just wanting to chew and to eat. Of the satisfying mouth feel of food.
I’ve been working my way through Linda Spangle’s Life is Hard, Food is Easy in the past few days. It’s an interesting and insightful read and I do recommend it, especially to people like me. I do believe that food is my alcohol. I don’t drink. Not at all. Not even socially. Never have. It lead to a great deal of confusion and some teasing when I was a teenager and all my friends were, if not making a career out of getting plastered every weekend, at least exploring the depths of their capacity for drink. I made up any number of excuses, reasons and procrastinations, but basically, I just…don’t. One reason I have been using more and more these days is “I don’t drink. Look at me, I can’t even get food right, I’m not going to risk myself with alcohol.” This is pretty well founded. Both of Mum’s parents and one of her brothers were alcoholics. Grandfather died of a kidney disease before I was born and Nana used to stash whisky around the house.
I have always been concerned that if there’s some sort of gene for alcohol or dependent behaviour, then I probably have it. So I stuck with food. At least you’re still okay to drive even after stuffing yourself with KFC (even with an upsize) and you never hear of people getting into domestic disputes after they’ve put away most of a box of chocolates (I think the opposite tends to happen with chocolate).
But I have used food for the same reasons as alcoholics use alcohol and that’s where the problem’s come from.
Now I’m finding the new way.
I’ll blog, I’ll explore my feelings, I’ll take photos, I’ll exercise.
Here’s a little blossom on my almond tree. I wonder if it will survive into a nut next autumn. I hope the cockies don’t eat it.
So glad you all liked my very fabulous pyjama bottoms with the dots. It was the first time I wore them (and then the cat jumped up with muddy paws, so they had to have a wash) but I am looking forward to donating them to the op shop because they are too big. Your kind thoughts and words have kept me going.
Now I’m going to catch up on all your blogs.
So nice to have you getting over the bug! It sounds like you’re doing great!
I have the same sort of feelings about alcohol and drugs. I eat too much and I smoke. Got that addictive personality and I sure don’t need to test it with anything else. I drink a little bit, very little, but I can take it or leave it. Got drunk a few times when I was young, made an ass of myself, threw up, woke up with a hangover and wondered why anyone would want to do that on a regular basis? My brother lives in New Orleans. The first time I went to visit him there, he promised to “get me so drunk, I’d be lying in the street and throwing up in the gutter!” Was that supposed to get me excited?
I’m glad to hear you are feeling better. And you seem in better spirits as well. Definitely agree on the addictive personality. I can drink like a fish every once in awhile, but I don’t HAVE to have it. Food on the other hand… well, that’s another thing. Once i start, I can’t stop.
The pictures of your flowers are lovely.
Such a peaceful tone about this post! Good for you, feathers. I think it is a sign of the great things to come.
Your environment there…just wow. Almond trees and pretty birds and all. You are in paradise. Thanks for sharing it with us!
Not much of a drinker either. Because I strongly prefer to eat my calories!!
Beautiful pictures. Yes, I picked up on the peaceful tone of this one too. It’s like you’ve reached a really good place.
Lovely, lovely. You are doing lovely! I gotta get me a real camera or learn how to use my phone. lol
Delita
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Beautiful photographs….
you keep doin’ what you do ms. feathers
changes they are a ‘comin!
xo
Agree with Annie and everyone else, do what you’re doing and you’ll be so fine…
Are these beautiful photos from your gifted eye and camera, dear lady? How do you do that?
The first time you get into the bath and that water swooshes like you remember, don’t forget us here…
Hey ms. feathers - you must tell me how to add photographs - I can’t seem to figure it out - I’ve tried it 8 times to no avail…..
xo
I tried
media
add pictures
insert to post
and still
NOTHING….
Miz Feathers, thanks for the flowers, although I think we should be sending YOU flower pictures!
Your lovely daffies have reminded me to put those beauties on my “Bulbs to Buy” list. It’s getting to be planting time for bulbs here soon and I can never get too many flowers come springtime.
Speedy recovery wishes!
Just wondering how things are going. Hope you are doing ok!
I’m wondering the same thing as getupnow. Even if you’re not up to a long post right now, please write a little something to let us know you’re doing well. We can live without your beautiful pictures and wonderful prose for a little while…but not for very long!
Gorgeous flowers! You must be relieved to be feeling better, I hope all continues to go well with your recovery! Let us know!
What a cheerful daffy—-I get to see mine the end of Feb/Mar—-a long way off! You sound good!
Yes, alcohol in my family too; always blamed it on the Irish