Last night of work! I was beginning to think it would never come…
For my first meal of the shift, I downed some leftover spigarello and shredded carrot stir-fry mixed with roasted chicken.
Later, I ate a package of spicy grass fed jerky chews.
And for my last meal at work, I had some leftover braised thai green curry and green beans.
After my shift ended, I had two hours to kill at the hospital before I had to meet my mother-in-law for her oncology appointment. I dragged myself to my car, reclined the seat and tried to conk out for a nap, but no luck. My paranoia kept me awake; I kept imagining that passers-by would think I was: (1) a homeless person who lived in her car; (2) dead; or (3) both. Plus, the sun was too damn bright. It needs a dimmer switch, I tell you.
At the oncology appointment, the docs and I FINALLY convinced my MIL that she needs to consume more meat to keep her blood counts and energy levels high. I’d like to think it was my super-persuasive arguments and powers of logic — but in reality, I think I guilted her into it because I broke down crying out of sheer exhaustion and frustration. Classy, I know.
Never underestimate the power of a grown woman’s sobs.
After the appointment, I drove home and ate a small Primal Pac before diving headfirst into bed for a short catnap.
When I woke up, I groggily made myself a couple of chicken lettuce tacos with leftover roast chicken tossed with Primavera salsa and topped with store-bought guacamole.
Then, I spent the rest of the afternoon shuttling the kids between kung fu practice and the final T-ball game of the season.
I was too tired to make dinner in the evening, so hubby picked up take-out at Anatolian Kitchen.
We split an order of babaganoush…
…and a mixed combo grill (extra veggies, no rice).
I can’t wait for the day to end. Time to get some sleep!